The Hardest - Nines, Skrapz, Fundz

Ay yo, yo gotta keep your head up

Keep choppin off even though you’re gettin fed up

Keep buyin food even though the Ps went up

Stay burnin weed even though my eyes red up

Gotta keep your head up

Imma keep goin in

I ain’t tryna stop right now so I’m showin em

I ain’t tryna only get paid when my phone rings

More time I just felt bait when I’m rollin

Got 3 phones, yea I know it’s a joke ting

Hope that I don’t see boydem patrollin

Hope that my dog picks up when I phone him

Hope that the yutes stop Gs when

Right now I’m zonin

Right now I’m I think that I’m gonna strike like bowlin

Strike like lightnin

Gassed up, hypin

Can’t violate none of mine, now I’m ridin

Make sure the clip goes click when it slides in

Make sure that you don’t chat shit when I’m writin

Nuff of these yutes gotta bitch and I’m hidin

Nuff of these yutes straight snitch and blow

I been fuckin up snitches in secondary

Nowadays send a snitch to the cemetery

Headshots that’s the only thing necessary

Straight piss in your grave, no Don Perry

Your team’s feather-weight rudeboy, my team’s heavy

Right now I’m kinda caught in the moment

Might see me in a Porsche when I’m rollin

My phone’s broke got walkin and strollin

Came out broke poor, I was moanin

Now I’m lickin out potions and stones dem

Look how quick alla them Os went

Yo Skrapz we’re heavy

We the tallest ting, seen you ghost ride the Bentley

You been goin in

Crime Scene gang’s the shit we’re livin at

Vaseline grease, my nigga he’s been rippin that

If they squeeze shots on us we just lick it back

Triple black hoodie and jeans and a faded cap

Whole hood’s talkin, now Scrapz is back

And Fundz is home, kick back relax

How many years now we been clappin straps

So more time you clap man they ain’t clappin back

Fundz Man been goin in

Don’t try gwan like it’s me the one killin them

Had you locked up for now you’re back again

Before you got locked up we was clappin them

Whole snitch straight splashin in

Still splashin in

By a quick food mash it up, then I lick it out

Can’t talk in my whip, now it’s pepper fam

I might switch to the coup

I’m takin bolts and 4 pipes

Gang long guns and fur coats, roll white

Fam, Scrapz in your creps, in your loafers dem

Spiderman ting, Gucci webs all over them

flingin Fs all over them

Niggas get killed, put the feds all over em

Chill out, you still reign supreme

Change the scene

Cuttin 8ths of, shut up like a laser beam