Gold Medal Music - Hard Body (feat. Profit & Veno Da Don)

Hard body nigga’s
Hardly ride around with
Catch me riding round with
Hard body nigga’s
Hardly ride around with nigga’s
Servin in that low low
Riding solo with the heater
I been chasing money
Cheetah
Thought to cop me a 2-seater
I been back and forth from Cali
Wrapping packs up like burritos
Hard body nigga’s
Hardly ride around with nigga’s
Servin in that low low
Riding solo with the heater
I been chasing money
Cheetah
Thought to cop me a 2-seater
I been back and forth from Cali
Wrapping packs up like burritos
How you what
On the what
No soft ass nigga’s round me lil baby
We tough, from the mud
You come around swinging your nuts you better not fold nor bend nor budge
Clip hold 20 I ain’t holding no grudge
I don’t want smoke I be tryna spread love
But if you want smoke get lit like a blunt, uh
I’m from the Nap it get nasty
Guns in the air like a track meet, uh
I like my bitches real classy but freaky for me with my name on her ass cheek, uh
Nigga’s shooting dice in the alley
12 came through we took off like a athlete
Gang got ghost
Hit a left on the backstreet
Tokyo drift with the whip won't catch me, uh
Show and prove
I don’t like to brag this just what I do
Bigger moves, level up your grind and watch your business boom
I hit the booth
I get so damn smooth make these bitches choose
I’m off the goose
Better not front your move my nigga’s screws be loose
Five hunnit
Hard body nigga’s
Hardly ride around with nigga’s
Servin in that low low
Riding solo with the heater
I been chasing money
Cheetah
Thought to cop me a 2-seater
I been back and forth from Cali
Wrapping packs up like burritos
Shit gets ugly with this heater
I been sippin on some bubbly with my migos
And lil mama said she love me I can’t believe her
Let her sit in that 2-seater
My lil bitch she look like Trina
She been rubbing on my stick
Thought was my dick until I teased her
I been riding in that low low
Riding solo serving teachers
Trap been jumping like a pogo
If you don’t know we dem people
I been riding in that Regal
Hold revolvers
Smoking Ether
Don’t be asking bout no feature I don’t fuck with rappers
Unless we wrapping up some package
My perfection was a trapper
Turn that shit up in ya speakers
I don’t fuck with capping
Earned my stripes out on the streets like I’m a captain out in Fairfax
Where that bread at nigga
Sending shots straight where ya head at nigga
You wasn’t bout it should of said that nigga
Cuz pulled up in a new hellcat and we sped out with em
I’m hard body
Chrome shotty out the black expedition
Hard body nigga’s
Hardly ride around with nigga’s
Servin in that low low
Riding solo with the heater
I been chasing money
Cheetah
Thought to cop me a 2-seater
I been back and forth from Cali
Wrapping packs up like burritos

Written by:
Gold Medal Music, Da'Ron Vinice, Elijah Glover, Veno Don

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