2 Hard - Intro Lyrics

I smoke exotic and I f*ck exotic
I'm in the trap with the niggas
I started with it
I'm going hard in the paint
Like Tim Hardaway
These niggas ain't solid
I learned that the harder way
But it is what it is ian trippin
I been working
On keeping my distance
Walter stay making plays in the Kitchen
I'm like bro what the word, he say Bro I'm just getting it
I want all the power like 50
I'm running it up rapping keep me Busy
We pull up tint trucks bout to handle Some business,
What the f*ck is enough
I'm going hard till they end me
She heard my verse on the worst
Now she love me death
Now she licking my dick
I put nut on her breast
I been working the block
Till I get me a check
I been eating and giving these niggas Whats left

Pull up if a nigga say he want smoke
Firing Dracos
We ain't missing no domes
Broski know ain't no stopping
Until they hear me give the say so
They putting rappers before me and I'm like okay if you say so
We beating charges like we Floyd
Niggas act like bitches
Thats the shit that I avoid
He step to the plate
And every time he got destroyed
Went from bagging groceries
Now a nigga is self employed
Whoever thought that a nigga make It out Illinois
I done turn up on these niggas
Like Ian have a choice
My heart so deep in these trenches
Tryna become a voice
I know some niggas against me
That shit I can't ignore
Its niggas say that they wit me
But I can't feel the love
It ain't no trust to these bitches
Cuz they might set me up
I'm in the hood like a engine
Niggas they kno wassup
Aint gotta pay me attention to know that I'm wassup yea

I smoke exotic and I f*ck exotic
I'm in the trap with the niggas
I started with it
I'm going hard in the paint
Like Tim Hardaway
These niggas ain't solid
I learned that the harder way
But it is what it is ian trippin
I been working
On keeping my distance
Walter stay making plays
In the kitchen
I'm like bro what's the word,
He say bro I'm just getting it