Lyrics I'm Rar Hard - Safone

I'm Rar Hard

Yo, I put the wizzle in the pan
I’ll point the whistle at your man
I’m sitting thinking of a plan
True say they’ve got my niggas in the can
I’ll have you kipping with your nan
You’ll have me sitting in the stand
They don’t understand
I’m feeling lonely family, they don’t understand
I’ll put the ountsam in the bag
I mix the haze in with the fag
Remember days being on tag
Bang a gyal and send her back home in a cab
I’ll make you walk the plank
Bang, have you ducking like the Shmoney Dance
I’m talking you and all your camp
Fully shooting while I’m moving like a tank
Mix it into pebs, I had it bumping like a cunch line
I don’t know about a runner, bitch I’m talking frontline
Grub cranked outside
Sitting with a one nine
Kitties all queuing up, okay it’s lunchtime
I know it’s hot but I’ma lick it out the car though
Your girl’s got you boxed up licking out her arsehole
You know the vibes, cheese, onion and tomato
And when I hit the M-Way it’s like a car show
Yeah you know it’s big Saf, met you already
Fam I’m walking through the smoke like it’s 420
I don’t wanna hear no gym niggas talk heavy
The last three man I flaked out were all henny
So make a call, get the corn ready
I don’t know who shot me but I know it’s all messy
True say they’ve got my niggas in the can
I’ll have you kipping with your nan
You’ll have me sitting in the stand