Rod Wave - Hard Times lyrics
Rod Wave [Rodarius Marcell Green] Saint Petersburg, Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rod Wave - Hard Times lyrics]
Pipe that shit up, TNT d major, baby
Ayy, if it happen, it was meant to happen
And I don't fuck with these niggas
Be cappin’ they know we with that action
We light them up and let niggas have it
And they be hating on me
You can put the blame on me
Them niggas changed on me
You can see my pain run deep
Ayy, first of all
I wanna thank you for showing your hand
How you niggas playin' it gangsta
But taking the stand?
See what I'm saying, if you ask me
Niggas bitches i don’t fuck with no
Rappers, 'cause we different, listen
I was on the block with Brock
Chasing guap 'til the sun came
Now we swapping Glock
When they pop like the gun game
If it's beef
Then we turn your street to a gun range
I was lookin' Monday, caught his ass Sunday
You a rat, and your son a mouse
Jit get all the clout
Know it's consequences in these streets
That you not about
For you clowns who can't keep my
Name out your fucking mouth thirty rounds
Line 'em all up and knock ’em fucking down
In that stolo dolo creepin’ all weekend
Left him dead on the cement, sneak beefin'
In that stolo dolo creepin’ all weekend
Left him dead on the cement, sneak beefin'
Ayy, if it happen, it was meant to happen
And I don't fuck with these niggas
Be cappin' they know we with that action
We light them up and let niggas have it
And they be hating on me
You can put the blame on me
Them niggas changed on me
You can see my pain run deep
Real painful shit
You know hard times made a nigga
For real, I’m built off hard times, you know
Anything, I go through 'bout anything, nigga
Dolo, nigga, what?
Ayy, if it happen, it was meant to happen
And I don't fuck with these niggas
Be cappin’ they know we with that action
We light them up and let niggas have it
And they be hating on me
You can put the blame on me
Them niggas changed on me
You can see my pain run deep
Ayy, first of all
I wanna thank you for showing your hand
How you niggas playin' it gangsta
But taking the stand?
See what I'm saying, if you ask me
Niggas bitches i don’t fuck with no
Rappers, 'cause we different, listen
I was on the block with Brock
Chasing guap 'til the sun came
Now we swapping Glock
When they pop like the gun game
If it's beef
Then we turn your street to a gun range
I was lookin' Monday, caught his ass Sunday
You a rat, and your son a mouse
Jit get all the clout
Know it's consequences in these streets
That you not about
For you clowns who can't keep my
Name out your fucking mouth thirty rounds
Line 'em all up and knock ’em fucking down
In that stolo dolo creepin’ all weekend
Left him dead on the cement, sneak beefin'
In that stolo dolo creepin’ all weekend
Left him dead on the cement, sneak beefin'
Ayy, if it happen, it was meant to happen
And I don't fuck with these niggas
Be cappin' they know we with that action
We light them up and let niggas have it
And they be hating on me
You can put the blame on me
Them niggas changed on me
You can see my pain run deep
Real painful shit
You know hard times made a nigga
For real, I’m built off hard times, you know
Anything, I go through 'bout anything, nigga
Dolo, nigga, what?