Hardbody Shard - Fiji

Broke niggas cant come around
I don't need ya
Better bring sum to the table
Can't feed ya
This shit dat I got on
Look like fiji
Ballin way too hard
I can't hear ya up in the bleachers
Broke niggas cant come around
I don't need ya
Better bring sum to the table
Can't feed ya
This shit dat I got on
Look like fiji
Ballin way too hard
I can't hear ya up in the bleachers

Whole lotta new money
I want yeah I gotta have it
I ain't doin no hoopin
Big ballin just one of my habits
Run up on me and I'm shootin
Big glock forty and its plastic
These niggas really don't want no static
They mama gon pick out a casket
They mama gon pick out a suit
Ain't doin no talkin we shoot
Push up they block and they spooked
Takin dat choppa and hangin dat bitch out the roof
I got the juice I got the drip
Play wit the gang you gotta get flipped
Play wit the gang you play wit ya life
My young niggas beggin for a stripe
And he want a body bad
He wanna put a tag on ya toe
I'll put a bag on ya head
Or I'll buy a bag for ya hoe
She want chanae-nae
Saint Laurant all I smoke is runts
I put new lace on her front
And I ain't even hit her once
I just want dat neck
Don't get naked
Know you see these hundreds
No I do not do credit
Show me dat you special
Keep goin til ya catch it
And if you make it disappear
Then you might catch a blessing

Broke niggas cant come around I don't need ya
Better bring sum to the table can't feed ya
This shit that I got on look like fiji
Ballin way too hard I can't hear ya up in the bleachers
Broke niggas cant come around I don't need ya
Better bring sum to the table can't feed ya
This shit that I got on look like fiji
Ballin way too hard I can't hear ya up in the bleachers

No I cannot hear ya
Broke ass nigga
Cant be caught standing near ya
Fuckin up my vibe talkin bout another nigga
That's hoe shit hold on aye
Please get the fuck up out my face wit dat broke shit
Bogus but yeen think I noticed
Get the fuck up out the spot
Like eviction notice
You can't even focus on ya own
Go and get ya own
Shit dat you be doin get ya hurt
It ain't got get ya on
Get out here and get it
Don't worry bout who got it
Can't wait on nobody else
To put dat money in yo pocket
Broke boy mentality
Shit really a tragedy
Hoes laughin at ya
Cus they know dat yeen havin shit

Broke niggas cant come around I don't need ya
Better bring sum to the table can't feed ya
This shit that I got on look like fiji
Ballin way too hard I can't hear ya up in the bleachers
Broke niggas cant come around I don't need ya
Better bring sum to the table can't feed ya
This shit that I got on look like fiji
Ballin way too hard I can't hear ya up in the bleachers

Written by:
RISHARD BRYANT

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