Cory Gunz - Hardbody lyrics

[Verse 1:] Young money militia with it Cash Money business, we missed the hit then your b**h'll get it Full grown, heart colder than South Fargo Load the pockets in my cargos for what your car goes f** it I can't complain, die I don't like him anyway Took for Wayne, Mack, and Stunna to snatch him anyway Shorty from the DVD, y'all ain't catch him anyway Thinking look at these bird brains, I'll hatch 'em any day Take it in acid, I'll put a bird on your b**hes Like, f** a fashion statement, I state the fashion Like, I'm straight smashing with an irate pa**ion sh**, like I hate crashing, rip like I'm late pa**ing I'm loyal to fam like oil to Sam I know n***as boiling grams for foil and Spam I'm on a track like Lebron, not annoying his man Before the games, clap chalk and ya boy at the lane Who game? [Hook:] Real n***as saying they hardbody Be the same n***as talking around Real n***as saying they hardbody Be the same n***as stuck in the ground Real n***as saying they hardbody Be the same n***as jumping the gun Real n***as saying they hardbody Be the same n***as pumping a lung [Verse 2:] I'm the definition of staying humble And the militia's the definition of staying mumble Admitting you ain't in correct position to say & mumble All you getting is disrespect cause you wouldn't lay a fumble I'm the tiniest of them out of the f**ing jungle But I'm quiet enough to show 'em I want the trouble Never had a shot off the backboard I know n***as from detention that'll turn your block to a blackboard Cory Gunz hot as a crack store That's probably why I always got a thirsty a** broad on my black straw Before I wanted the n***a to treat right, now I'm considering the Quran pawn I do the beats right Respect or the Tek's going off like a street bike And you gon' see his neck blowing off like a street light Pause, creep tight sneaking beneath night Or be the next hellbound n***a to seek Christ, aight [Hook] [Verse 3:] I don't know where they found fam f** around with me, I'll make your self-esteem low as the Soundscan Rep the city like I'm the town man Try work it out or else you're getting stuck, wait the pound's jammed You rap like opposite what you act like You act like you wouldn't scratch strike in a cat fight You scrap like you wouldn't clap right in a strap fight Motherf**ers know how I rock, that's what I rap like n***a real mean, I gotta trill team First n***a, baby grey Glock with a teal beam Something heavy, try to make a n***a wheels lean Quiet, the silencer make you sound like a seal stream You can chase the cookie trick, I want the real cream n***a I'm trying to peel green like a sealed screen How this feel? Looking like a shotta k** scene Cause my whole crew shoot the n***a, we a film team [Hook]