Hardaway* Lyrics – 2gaudy
Singer: 2gaudy
Title: Hardaway*
Ten seconds on the clock, I’m gon’ ball away
Yeah, my shirt must need a three, I feel like Hardaway, yeah
There’s no stepping up to me, and my gang
Treat my opps just like the curtains, they gon’ hang
Oh sh#t, all my opps be envious, yeah
They just can’t handle this
Just copped me an ounce of Cannabis
This life too fast, can’t plan the sh#t, nah
But I still get the green like CeeLo
Hit it from the back, in the back of a Bentley truck
Made a b#tch hit a C note, oh
I know, recently I been shining, sh#t, got that glow
Ay, Hellcat and that engine got that purring as I go
That’s my little baby, gotta take it where I go
Ain’t no need for rain or snow
Ay, watch this
All that b#llsh#t goes on the block list
I can’t even talk right now, I’m too f#cking piped up
I gotta leave her alone, ay
You gotta stop blowing my phone
I do what I want, she knows I don’t care
I been on my grind, no time for despair
You know it’s a wrap when I’m back in my lair
I’ve been counting so much money
No competition, that sh#t isn’t fair
But I know that you’re scared
I’ve been on some other sh#t
I don’t wanna waste my time
I can’t call this sh#t quits
They hate from the sidelines
Ten seconds on the clock, I’m gon’ ball away
Yeah, my shirt must need a three, I feel like Hardaway, yeah
There’s no stepping up to me, and my gang
Treat my opps just like the curtains, they gon’ hang
Oh sh#t, all my opps be envious, yeah
They just can’t handle this
Just copped me an ounce of Cannabis
This life too fast, can’t plan the sh#t, nah
But I still get the green like CeeLo
Hit it from the back, in the back of a Bentley truck
Made a b#tch hit a C note, oh
No, I don’t check price tags
Spent four racks on bean bags
Spent three K on a new fit
Took a flight, now I got jet lag
These n#gg#s think they ahead of me
You was wrong, b#tch, you in dead last
Took a hit out the new bong, so high, like I’m flying first class
I pave the way, yeah, yeah, yeah
Chopper on me busting, like labor day, yeah, yeah, yeah
Chopper like Febreze, b#tch, I’m ’bout to spray
Sorry, I’m not sorry
Studio like hibachi, we cookin’ up calamari
105 on the dash, hope I don’t crash, ’cause I’m too high
Wonder why I love the smoke, love it when time flies by
Started with a pen, used to get high every hour
That sh#t made me anxious, so I switched up to the flower
Ten seconds on the clock, I’m gon’ ball away
Yeah, my shirt must need a three, I feel like Hardaway, yeah
There’s no stepping up to me, and my gang
Treat my opps just like the curtains, they gon’ hang
Oh sh#t, all my opps be envious, yeah
They just can’t handle this
Just copped me an ounce of Cannabis
This life too fast, can’t plan the sh#t, nah
But I still get the green like CeeLo
Hit it from the back, in the back of a Bentley truck
Made a b#tch hit a C note, oh
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