Hardly

Hold that thought, let me think Pour a cup, let me drink Girl you got an apple, let me touch The police comin', let me tuck Eyes red, my cash blue 45 black, my tattoos Take 50 racks to Barney's I love these bitches, hardly To my fallen soldiers, know they restin' up I thank Lood everyday that I'm blessed as fuck Carbon fire hydrant, he a' wet you up You lackin' no cheetahs we a' catchin' up You know I get that cheese, nigga Parmesan Dinner is ready, nigga come get some Ain't no one-on-ones, nigga one is one Don't make me lace up and play run and gun I'm in these streets, I'm walkin' like I'm in this foreign, I roll [?] My hair not down, I run it up Only thing I can give is zero fucks Hold that thought, let me think Pour a cup, let me drink Girl you got an apple, let me touch The police comin', let me tuck Eyes red, my cash blue 45 black, my tattoos Take 50 racks, to Barney's I love these bitches, hardly Feelin' hardly in them hundred car seats Treat a tour bus like a fuckin' RV Pardon we, we finna crash a party Made a Benjamin, Picasso is a fuckin' art piece Take the gang, hit the road What we live by, is a code I'm on an ocean, I rode the bus There's certain shit I can't discuss [?] it loves licks Go send your shots [?] bricks I'm too authentic, you counterfit Choppers start glitchin' when it's tampered with Smoked a lot of it, a pound of it Two bitches, sandwich it [?] lines of [?], Fanta it [?] finish line, rental it I fucked so many crazy hoes, I'm out my mind And you can smack me, if I was lyin' I peep who with me, I peep who lyin' Who tryna' stop me, I said who tryn' Hold that thought, let me think Pour a cup, let me drink Girl you got an apple, let me touch The police comin', let me tuck Eyes red, my cash blue 45 black, my tattoos Take 50 racks, to Barney's I love these bitches, hardly --- Hardly - Chief Keef