Lyrics Harmonics Made a Hit - Casper TNG

Harmonics Made a Hit

Uh, uhh
Let’s get this money, man
Huh?
Huh?
(Harmonic Hits)
Menace Muzik, MG4L, no cosign, man
You know how we rockin', man
Balmain jeans, hunneds in my pocket, man
You know what I’m saying?
Woo!
Swag, all facts, ayy!
Harmonics made a hit, shit, not again, I’m not your friend
I’m just here boolin', smoking on your friend
Brown hunneds, I get a lot of them
My opps they slippin', they on ice, I catch a lot of them
He say he getting money, where your dollars then?
It’s Casper on your block, shit, not again
They ain’t there, they don’t exist, I don’t acknowledge them
That’s why I’m slamming on your block like your block a rim
I walked into the party flexing, this is not a gym
They look so broke, I wonder if their custy’s calling them
They need a toke, I got that fire with some water whip
He say I’m broke, well he a liar, he should call his bitch
Harmonics made a hit, this molly made her strip
I made that nigga twitch, uh, broski made him rip
Balmain jeans, my money thick, she want a piece of it
After she ain’t getting shit, 'cause I’m a piece of shit
I’m an asshole, I cut the grass low
How you a honcho, but you a rat though?
How you a shooter, but you ain’t clap though?
I’m a rapper, I still got to keep that strap though
I swear to god shorty curve back in middle school
And now she blowing up my phone, that’s what them figures do
VS Canary diamonds look like Pikachu
You got a ass girl, let me take a peek at you, uh
If that pussy good, fuck for like a week or two
Who am I kiddin', I would never spend no week with you
This money callin', cops be poppin' up like peek-a-boo
When you ballin' good girls turn to eaters too, uh
Harmonics made a hit, shit, not again, I’m not your friend
I’m just here boolin', smoking on your friend
Brown hunneds, I get a lot of them
My opps they slippin', they on ice, I catch a lot of them
He say he getting money, where your dollars then?
It’s Casper on your block, shit, not again
They ain’t there, they don’t exist, I don’t acknowledge them
That’s why I’m slamming on your block like your block a rim
Your block a rim, I send shots on it
How he saying his block is poppin', it ain’t hot on it
She message me her number, I ain’t even callin' it
I’m ballin', when she ask I tell her I ain’t ballin', bitch
Your body cheese if these red beams pepperoni
I’m on the go, I don’t got time for you to get to know me
It took so long, I see it coming, though, it’s moving slowly
The seen a nigga rip the stage, they like holy moly
See my neck full of gold, on my wrist a Rollie
Now we pullin' up in foreigns, used to be a stoley
They don’t got ask my name 'cause I’m known to police
So it makes it worse, I’m in their speakers 'cause their daughters know me
These niggas copycats but it’s impossible to clone me
He paid me 2k for the feature, 15 if you know me
Speaker Knockerz, had to make some bands on my lonely
If you ain’t pull the trigger for me don’t say you my homie (Gang!)
Harmonics made a hit, shit, not again, I’m not your friend
I’m just here boolin', smoking on your friend
Brown hunneds, I get a lot of them
My opps they slippin', they on ice, I catch a lot of them
He say he getting money, where your dollars then?
It’s Casper on your block, shit, not again
They ain’t there, they don’t exist, I don’t acknowledge them
That’s why I’m slamming on your block like your block a rim
It’s Casper on your block, shit, not again
Harmonics made a hit, shit, not again
I popped up on his block, shit, not again
I fucked your nigga' bitch, oops, not again