crybaby Lyrics – Hardrock
Singer: Hardrock
Title: crybaby
Oh my god, oh my god
Oh my god, thank you so much
Baby it’s me, baby it’s me
Oh my god, thank you
[Rok on the track, yeah
New swag, new flow
You digg? Huh, yeah
Why is she crying in my arms like a baby?
Whipping a new foreign, it’s a Audi or Mercedes
Why is you trying me up? b#tch I’m crazy
I was up in there in the trap house
With my party like a frat house
Putting more shots up than the YMCA
Way more shots than the f#cking NBA
Smuggled that sh#t though the TSA
Fly #ss n#gg#, going about my way
Or go overseas
Eating different food, this a delicacy
Try, try, can’t get rid of me
A lot of AK’s and AR’s
Put my trust into you but you feeling me
You better not be rushing me
I’m the one with the racks, how you gon’ flеx on me?
Dripping sauce like Ragu, it’s all on mе
f#cked that boy up, now that n#gg# got lockjaw
Leave that b#tch on the side like coleslaw
Don’t you rat on your brother, that’s a street law
But that sh#t ain’t have to even be a law
I’m gon’ make noise like wedding bells
Tells
We on the X, on the ox tails
Eighteen years old, seen a lot of jails
This sh#t right here gave me some options
This sh#t right here gave us some platforms
I’m gon’ go get the racks up, no option
When it come to the thotties, got options
We gon’ pull up and get to subtraction
I’m rocking black on black, I’m a assassin
Diamonds gon’ keep me cold, feel like Alaska
I want the cars and clothes and mansions
All my goals the same as blessings
Like a bunch of Mexicans
I was real deal in the field like the Redskins
This the start of my life, I already learned lessons
Why is she crying in my arms like a baby?
Whipping a new foreign, it’s a Audi or Mercedes
Why is you trying me up? b#tch I’m crazy
I was up in there in the trap house
With my party like a frat house
Putting more shots up than the YMCA
Way more shots than the f#cking NBA
Smuggled that sh#t though the TSA
Fly #ss n#gg#, going about my way
Or go overseas
Eating different food, this a delicacy
Try, try, can’t get rid of me
A lot of AK’s and AR’s
Put my trust into you but you feeling me
You better not be rushing me
I’m the one with the racks, how you gon’ flex on me?
Dripping sauce like Ragu, it’s all on me
f#cked that boy up, now that n#gg# got lockjaw
Leave that b#tch on the side like coleslaw
Don’t you rat on your brother, that’s a street law
But that sh#t ain’t have to even be a law
I’m gon’ make noise like wedding bells
Tells
We on the X, on the ox tails
Eighteen years old, seen a lot of jails
This sh#t right here gave me some options
This sh#t right here gave us some platforms
I’m gon’ go get the racks up, no option
When it come to the thotties, got options
We gon’ pull up and get to subtraction
I’m rocking black on black, I’m a assassin
Diamonds gon’ keep me cold, feel like Alaska
I want the cars and clothes and mansions
All my goals the same as blessings
Like a bunch of Mexicans
I was real deal in the field like the Redskins
This the start of my life, I already learned lessons
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