Inferno

Lyrics
[Intro] (Wake Up F1lthy) Slatty, slatty (Hahaha), slatty Slatty, slatty, slatty Yeah, yeah Yeah (Let's go) Huh [Chorus] Wipe a nigga nose (Wipe his nose down), wipe a nigga down (Yeah) Way too piped up, I can't even pipe down (Down) You just fucked up, we 'bout to gun you down (Slatty!) I wrap my money up, my hoe came blickied up Hot like Inferno (Hot), bitch, I'm on Mars, no Bruno (Okay) I do not need your kudos, I done fucked on all your hoes (Yeah) Got swaggy fly credentials (What?), when I sleep I tuck my pistol (Bleh) I strike your block without an issue, won't miss, my shooter gon' hit you (Buh, buh) (V-V-V-VANGUARD) Everybody psych out (Psych out), we gon' cut the lights out Bitch, okay, I'm wiped out (Wipe), yeah (Bleh, slatt) Everybody wanna work with mе (With me), you gotta pick up the speed (The speed) 'Causе I got big pockets to feed, lil' niggas can't fuck with me (Uh-huh) Run the racks up, I'm way too geeked up I ride with some apes, who don't give a fuck (Woah) Cut an opp down, and it's up and it's stuck Heard they passin' the dope, they packin' up flush (Yeah) One for the gang, turn him to a stain 2022, they gon' hear the name Hardrock, that nigga hard, with a chain (Let's go) Hardrock, still gon' run the game (Let's go) [Verse] Strapped up, bitch, I ride with the K They stay close to hear what I say Put bullet holes in the wall, where you stay (Phew) You got swag, whatever you say (Whatever you say) These lil' cap-ass niggas (Niggas cap) They ain't got shit on a real nigga Lil' peon-ass niggas (Lil' peon) Put a nigga on all them niggas (Let's go) [Chorus] Wipe a nigga nose (Wipe his nose down), wipe a nigga down (Yeah) Way too piped up, I can't even pipe down (Yeah) You just fucked up, we 'bout to gun you down (Slatty!) I wrap my money up, my hoe came blickied up Hot like Inferno (Hot), bitch, I'm on Mars, no Bruno I do not need your kudos, I done fucked on all your hoes (Yeah) Got swaggy fly credentials (What?), when I sleep I tuck my pistol (Bleh) I strike your block without an issue (Strike), won't miss, my shooter gon' hit you (Buh, buh) Everybody psych out (Psych out), we gon' cut the lights out Bitch, okay, I'm wiped out (Wipe), yeah (Bleh, slatt) Everybody wanna work with me (With me), you gotta pick up the speed (The speed) 'Cause I got big pockets to feed, lil' niggas can't fuck with me (Uh-huh) Run the racks up, I'm way too geeked up I ride with some apes, who don't give a fuck (Woah!) Cut an opp down, and it's up and it's stuck Heard they passin' the dope, they packin' up flush One for the gang, turn him to a stain 2022, they gon' hear the name Hardrock, that nigga hard, with a chain Hardrock, still gon' run the game
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Credits
- Writers
- F1LTHY
- Zodiac (Producer)
- Hardrock