Hardcore Drugs

[Intro]
Bitch, I’m finna do sum hardcore drugs for the feeling (Let’s go)
Lil’ bitch, you think I’m dead but you should know I’m not
I’m Hardrock4L, bitch, I tee up a notch
I’m the new up-and-coming nigga in the spot (Yeah)
I’m comin’ for the money and I’m comin’ for the racks (Racks)
I’m comin’ for yo' bitch and I’m comin’ for the stacks (Stacks)
I got shooters and killers, you better watch your back (Shooters)
I’m comin’ for the gang, yuh, nigga, that’s facts (Facts)
Xaynor

[Chorus]
Yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah (Hol’ up!)
I’ma do some hardcore drugs (Drugs, drugs)
I’ma do some hardcore drugs (Drugs, drugs)
I’ma do some hardcore drugs (Drugs, drugs)
I’ma do some hardcore drugs (Drugs, drugs)

[Verse]
I’ma do some hardcore drugs, to see if I’m alive
'Cause, bitch, I’m tryna reach the top, I’m tryna reach the sky (The sky)
I can’t look into her eyes, man, all I see is lies (Liеs)
That jawn out with the AR-sticks, bitch, you might as well comply
Bitch, I know I’m too damn sick, bitch, I know I’m too damn fly (Fly)
Bitch, I know I’m too damn sick, bitch, I know I’m too damn hot (Hot)
Bitch, I hop out with them bands (Bands)
Pеrc-30 in my hand
With this ho off a Xan, yeah, she fuckin’ with my mans
And I’m fuckin’ with her friend, and her friend fuck with me too (Ok)
I’ma fuck her then I dip, no, we cannot pair, Bluetooth (Bow)
I’ma fuck her then I dip, no, we cannot see it through
Bitch, I know you love this shit, bitch, I know you love the blues (Yeah)
I'on care about your feelings, you can treat me like a villain
And, yeah, I’m tryna see a million but I’m tryna see a billion
I’ma fuck this shit up, who the fuck brought me into the building (Huh?)
Bitch, I’m finna do some hardcore drugs for the feeling (Let’s go!)
Lil’ bitch, you think I’m dead but you should know I’m not
I’m Hardrock4L, bitch, I tee up a notch
I’m the new up-and-comin' nigga in the spot (Yeah)
I’m comin’ for the money and I’m comin’ for the racks (Racks)
I’m comin’ for yo' bitch and I’m comin’ for the stacks (Stacks)
I got shooters and killers, you better watch your back (Shooters)
I’m comin’ for the gang, yuh, nigga, that’s facts
I’m goin’ balistic, I’m goin’ fuckin’ crazy
I was doing this shit but before fuckin’ fugazi
They not on my level, they can’t even graze me
And I’m spittin’ too fast, nigga, just like Slim Shady (On god)
Don’t know what I am but I am not a mammal, I had to be something else just like a phantom
I’m tired of this shit, I gotta get out Atlanta
I’m tired of these niggas up here I can’t stand ‘em

[Chorus]
I’ma do some hardcore drugs (drugs, drugs)
I’ma do some hardcore drugs (drugs, drugs)
I’ma do some hardcore drugs (drugs, drugs)
I’ma do some hardcore drugs (drugs, drugs)