Lyrics Hard in the Paint - French Montana

Hard in the Paint

I can’t forget da southside
Can’t forget riverdale
I can’t forget the hit squad
1017 brick squad
Lebron flocka james
I go hard in da muhfuckin paint nigga
I go hard in the muhfuckin paint nigga
Leave you stankin nigga
What the fuck you thinkin nigga
I won’t die for this shit or what the fuck I say (Brick Squad)
Front yard broad day with da SK (ba ba ba ba ba ba bow)
See Gucci, that’s my mothafuckin nigga
I hang in the Dale with dem hit squad killers
Waka Flocka Flame one hood ass nigga
Ridin real slow bendin corners my nigga
Gotta main bitch (And) gotta mistress (what Else)
A couple girlfriends, I’m so hood rich
Keep my dick hard, and keep me smoking
You’ll get bills free shawty no jokin
Ey what I stand for?
Flocka!
(Brick Squad)
I’m a die for this shawty man I swear to god
In the trap with some killers and some hood niggas (Whassup)
Where you at?
Where your trap?
You ain’t hood, nigga
Keep this shit 300, put that shit on my hood
Crips fuckin with me, G’s and the Vice Lords (Brrrrrrrret)
Eses in the Meeko freestyle off da dome
Brick Sqaud Waka Flocka Flame it’s fuckin on!
I go hard in the muhfuckin paint nigga
Leave you stankin nigga
What the fuck you thinkin nigga
I won’t die for this shit or what the fuck I say (Brick Squad)
Front yard broad day with da SK (ba ba ba ba ba ba bow)
See Gucci, that’s my mothafuckin nigga
I hang in the Dale with dem hit squad killers
Waka Flocka Flame one hood ass nigga
Ridin real slow bendin corners my nigga
Wassup prissy nigga, Wassup punk nigga (Whassup)
I got on dat nigga, make yo mommas momma getchya
Hope you got yo killers witchya, hope you got yo niggas witchya
Hope your goons ridin witchya, they gon fuckin miss you
Nigga what, I hadda tool like Easy Q
When my lil brotha died I said FUCK school
I picked the burnin log and I got some marijuana
2 years later screamin out you don’t wana
Glock 9 to SK if you want to beef
Shawty point blank range I put yo ass to sleep
Shawty talk is cheap, so watch what ya say
Broad day in the air, none this shit legal
I go hard in the muhfuckin paint nigga
Leave you stankin nigga
What the fuck you thinkin nigga
I won’t die for this or what the fuck I say (Brick Squad)
Front yard broad day with da SK (ba ba ba ba ba bow)
See Gucci, that’s my mothafuckin nigga
I hang in the Dale with dem hit squad killers
Waka Flocka Flame one hood ass nigga
Ridin real slow bendin corners my nigga