Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hardly, artist - Chief Keef. Date of issue: 01.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hardly |
| Hold that thought, let me think |
| Pour a cup, let me drink |
| Girl you got an apple, let me touch |
| The police comin', let me tuck |
| Eyes red, my cash blue |
| 45 black, my tattoos |
| Take 50 racks to Barney’s |
| I love these bitches, hardly |
| To my fallen soldiers, know they restin' up |
| They know everyday that I’m blessed as fuck |
| Carbon fire hydrant, he a' wet you up |
| You lackin' no cheetahs we a' catchin' up |
| You know I get that cheese, nigga Parmesan |
| Dinner is ready, nigga come get some |
| Ain’t no one-on-ones, nigga one is one |
| Don’t make me lace up and play run and gun |
| I’m in these streets, I’m walkin' like |
| I’m in this foreign, I roll a bike |
| My hair not down, I run it up |
| Only thing I can give is zero fucks |
| Hold that thought, let me think |
| Pour a cup, let me drink |
| Girl you got an apple, let me touch |
| The police comin', let me tuck |
| Eyes red, my cash blue |
| 45 black, my tattoos |
| Take 50 racks, to Barney’s |
| I love these bitches, hardly |
| Feelin' hardly in them hundred car seats |
| Treat a tour bus like a fuckin' RV |
| Pardon we, we finna crash a party |
| Made a Benjamin, Picasso is a fuckin' art piece |
| Take the gang, hit the road |
| What we live by, is a code |
| I’m on an ocean, I rode the bus |
| There’s certain shit I can’t discuss |
| My dawgs slow, it loves licks |
| Go send your shots, it’s nun' but bricks |
| I’m too authentic, you counterfeit |
| Choppers start glitchin' when it’s tampered with |
| Smoked gelato, a pound of it |
| Two bitches, sandwich it |
| 16 lines of the Tech, Fanta it |
| Peep the finish line, rental it |
| I fucked so many crazy hoes, I’m out my mind |
| And you can smack me, if I was lyin' |
| I peep who with me, I peep who lyin' |
| Who tryna' stop me, I said who tryn' |
| Hold that thought, let me think |
| Pour a cup, let me drink |
| Girl you got an apple, let me touch |
| The police comin', let me tuck |
| Eyes red, my cash blue |
| 45 black, my tattoos |
| Take 50 racks, to Barney’s |
| I love these bitches, hardly |