Hard Lyrics – NBA YoungBoy & Shy Glizzy

[Intro: NBA YoungBoy]
(TJ Produced It)

[Chorus: NBA YoungBoy]
I look like a dealer from the way I put it on
Mike Amiri denim
And I'm strapped up with that chrome, woah
Whack something for my n!gga E
He tell me he ain't know
I'm a motherf**king villain
And I'm straight from out that North
B!tch, I got my rod, ain't slipping, hard
Tried downing me
Hard, I'm banging it, shoot at they squad
They falling down
Hard, I'm getting it, hard, they watching me
Hard, I'm glistening, wow, wow, wow, wow

[Verse 1: NBA YoungBoy]
I'm so hard for this Rollie
I'm so hard for that Patek
Make it hard behind my brother
Kill them boys inside they sets
So many millions I flood my woman
Like what the f**k I do with this?
Outside your show, I sent my youngins
Soon as it end b!tch you get blitzed
I aim and shoot straight at your clique
Red dot, headshot
Hе jumped out on 'em, dead now
Hе calling, I just play it off
Run down, take your sh!t
Get your head blow, a letdown
Rich as f**k, they mad huh
They just wanna see my head blown

[Chorus: NBA YoungBoy]
I look like a dealer from the way I put it on
Mike Amiri denim
And I'm strapped up with that chrome, woah
Whack something for my n!gga E
He tell me he ain't know
I'm a motherf**king villain
And I'm straight from out that North
B!tch, I got my rod, ain't slipping, hard
Tried downing me
Hard, I'm banging it
Shoot at they squad, they falling down
Hard, I'm getting it, hard, they watching me
Hard, I'm glistening, wow, wow, wow, wow

[Verse 2: Shy Glizzy]
They like, "Glizzy, where you been?"
I'm with them lions in the den (Oh)
You say you in the trenches
But you lying, n!gga, when? (When?)
I had to shoot at my cousin
He an opp, that ain't my kin (Goddamn)
If it ever comes down to it
I'll do that sh!t again (Goddamn, goddamn)
B!tch, they call me Iron Man
When I be in the South (Oh)
But I thought I was a blind man
I'd never seen a job (Never)
Trey-7, 4K Trey, lil' b!tch
We creeping down (Yeah)
37, 38 (Oh)
You know them be my lions (Oh, oh, oh)
I just bought me a thousand out of them b!tches
Caught a ticket (Woo)
I'm gone make at least 2.5
That's straight up out them trenches (Five)
I got a n!gga who popped outside
And I nicknamed him midget (Skrrt)
If a n!gga disrespect this sh!t
We gone kill him, leave no witness
(Boom, boom, boom, boom)

[Chorus: NBA YoungBoy]
I look like a dealer from the way I put it on
Mike Amiri denim
And I'm strapped up with that chrome, woah
Whack something for my n!gga E
He tell me he ain't know
I'm a motherf**king villain
And I'm straight from out that North
B!tch, I got my rod, ain't slipping
Hard, tried downing me
Hard, I'm banging it, shoot at they squad
They falling down
Hard, I'm getting it, hard, they watching me
Hard, I'm glistening, wow, wow, wow, wow