You Ain't Hard (Clean) - Young Nudy
Lyrics by:Quantavious T. Thomas/Ahmar Bailey/Ozan Yildirim
Composed by:Quantavious T. Thomas/Ahmar Bailey/Ozan Yildirim
Uh
Can you forgive me for my sins
Yeah
I shot a lot of n***as not pretend
Not pretend
I don't fake n***as I don't need friends
I don't need friends
I shoot a p***y n***a in the f**kin' ends
In the f**kin' ends ooh p***y
End of the gun lyin' a b***h n***a
It's a b***h n***a
At the end of the trigger is a rich n***a
Yeah I'm up now
Don't show no love got a cold heart
Got that cold heart
Shoot you in your face I show you you ain't hard
You ain't hard n***a
I heard a lotta n***as say that they up
Uh what
They up
You know Slimeball he don't give a f**k uh yeah
I be up in my own lane
You come up in my lane I put you in the demon lane
Demon lane
Crash dummy
Yeah uh huh
Crash n***a yeah
I got young n***as
Yeah
That'll pull up they'll smash n***a
Yeah smash
You got some thousands to your name that ain't no money n***a
That ain't no money n***a
I put two thousand on your head my shooters comin' n***a
My shooters comin' n***a
They love money n***a young and lil' n***a
Uh huh
I got young n***as that got that hot fever
Hot fever
Got that fever on this side better believe bruh
Better believe bruh
Got that gun on his side he gon' sweep bruh
He gon' sweep bruh
Now a n***a duckin' high when he see us
When he see us p***y a*s uh huh
They don't wanna be bruh
When it come to money man I know that they don't see 'em
They don't wanna see uh
We gettin' to money dawg these n***as don't wanna be broke
They don't wanna be broke
Y'all n***as better believe bruh
Better believe bruh
Them n***as killin' s**t yeah over n***a
Over n***a
East Atlanta you know we don't have no feelings n***a
Uh huh the six
I'm a rich n***a right here will get your a*s killed n***a
Yeah
Uh huh
Shh uh huh
Can you forgive me for my sins
For my sins yeah
I shot a lot of n***as not pretend
Not pretend yeah
I don't fake n***as I don't need friends
I don't need friends
I shoot a p***y n***a in the f**kin' ends
End of the gun lyin' a b***h n***a
At the end of the trigger is a rich n***a
Yeah I'm up now
Don't show no love got a cold heart
Got that cold heart
Shoot you in your face I show you you ain't hard
You ain't hard
We don't do that fake rap s**t real trap s**t
Do that fake beef s**t we make s**t happen
We make s**t happen
N***as gettin' really wrapped up no rap s**t
'Round here you better tote a gun n***a clap s**t
N***a clap s**t
Young n***a saw ten Glocks at nineteen
Young n***a
And they got a red beam
Yeah
And he got that red bandana 'round his head
Murder always on they mind and he beggin' two gun
Murder all the time
Murder
Smoke some
Smoke some
Young n***a roll up
Young n***a roll up got them racks okay
On the block where they post up
Jay out here geekin' doin' a whole dub
Doin' a whole dub uh huh woah hol' up
Tell your b***h to hold up
Hold up
I'm gettin' some money right now I don't wanna f**k
Yeah
Can't be late up on that I be geeked up
I be geeked up
Out my mind yeah b***h I'ma beat you up hmm
Beat you up hmm
Bring a freak to the spot you can hit her up
You can hit her up uh huh
Oh do what you do when you tell 'em to 'cause you're up
Ooh that's what's up
That's what's up
I got that money when I got up
I got up
Can you forgive me for my sins
Yeah
I shot a lot of n***as not pretend
I don't fake n***as I don't need friends
I don't need friends huh
I shoot a p***y n***a in the f**kin' ends
Hmm p***y
End of the gun lyin' a b***h n***a
It's a b***h n***a yeah
At the end of the trigger is a rich n***a
Yeah I'm up now yeah
Don't show no love got a cold heart
Got that cold heart yeah
Shoot you in your face I show you you ain't hard
You ain't hard yeah
Haha
I got that clip with the bread