You Ain't Hard (Explicit) - Young Nudy

Lyrics by：Quantavious T. Thomas/Ahmar Bailey/Ozan Yildirim

Composed by：Quantavious T. Thomas/Ahmar Bailey/Ozan Yildirim

Yeah

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 at the f**kin' end

At the f**kin' end

End of the gun lyin' a b***h n***a

It's a b***h n***a

At the end of that 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 huh

They up

You know Slimeball he don't give a f**k yeah

Know Slimeball he don't give a f**k

I be up in my f**kin' own lane

I be up in my own lane

You come up in my lane I put you in the dummy lane

Dummy lane

Crash dummy

Yeah uh-huh

Crash n***as uh

I got young n***as that pull up they'll smash n***a

Smash

You got ten thousand 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 youngin love dumpin' n***a

Uh-huh

That young n***a they got that high fever

High fever

Got that fever on this side better believe bruh

Better believe bruh

Got that gun on his side he gon' squeeze bruh

He gon' squeeze bruh

How a n***a duck and hide when he see us

When he see us p***ies uh-huh

They don't wanna be bruh

Nah

When it come to money man I know that they don't see us

They don't wanna see us

We gettin' to money dawg these n***as don't wanna be broke

They don't wanna be broke

They don't wanna be broke

Uh-uh

Y'all n***as better believe bruh

Better believe bruh

Them n***as killin' s**t yeah over here n***a

Over here n***a

East Atlanta you know we don't have no fear n***a

The six

Nothin' but rich n***as 'round here we'll get your a*s killed n***a

Yeah

Uh-huh

Shh uh-huh

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 at the f**kin' end

P***y

End of the gun lyin' a b***h n***a

It's a b***h n***a

At the end of that 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

Yeah

We don'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

No rap s**t

'Round here you better tote the gun n***a clap s**t

N***a clap s**t

Young n***a seventeen Glock 19

Young n***a

And it got a red beam and he got that red bandana 'round his head

Murder always on his mind

And he bangin' two guns murder all the time

Murder

Smoke somethin'

Smoke somethin'

Young n***a roll up

Young n***a roll up

On the block where they post up

Block where they post up

J out here geekin' doin' a hold-up uh-huh

Doin' a hold-up hold-up

Tell your b***h to hold up

Hold up

I'm gettin' some money right now b***h I don't wanna f**k

I don't wanna f**k

Catch me later on that Perc' I be geeked up

Geekin'

Out my mind yeah b***h I'ma beat you up

Beat you up yeah

Bring a freak to the spot you can eat her up

You can eat her up

Uh-huh

H*es do what you do when you tell 'em to 'cause you're up

Ooh that what's up

That's what's up

Found out when 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

Yeah

I don't fake n***as I don't need friends

I don't need friends

I shoot a p***y n***a at the f**kin' end

P***y

End of the gun lyin' a b***h n***a

It's a b***h n***a

At the end of that trigger is a rich n***a

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

Haha

Knock that clip in with the bread