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TitleG Code
ArtistLil Dude
AlbumAll Slimes Go To Heaven
Release Date2019-08-01
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Lyrics[Intro]
I ain't got no present day
My niggas still trappin’ out of Section 8
First class, we got big cake
Ayy

[Chorus]
Hard times don't last, nigga (Don't last, nigga)
I was runnin’ down for that cash, nigga (For that cash)
I wake up, I want me a big bag, nigga (A big bag, nigga)
It ain't real hard to do some math, nigga (Uh)
Had to trust some niggas, had to trust some hoes (What? What?)
One thing I won't do, one thing I won't do (You know)
Still in designer clothes, still in designer clothes (Designer clothes)
Designer on me and designer on my bros (What?)
[Verse]
Yeah, I can't love a bitch
Glock up on my hip
They got rubber grip
And young Boowop
We up on our shit
If you ain't gang, nigga
We ain't fuckin' with ya
I can’t trust these niggas
I be ballin’, swish
I be ballin', swish
I ball like the Clippers
Who the fuck is these guys?
I don’t want 'em 'round me
Me and Mal in that fast shit
Might make the ground bleed
If it's a problem, fix it, niggas need to mind they business
’Cause I been in the trenches gettin' it, tryna stack these riches
These niggas hatin' on the kid, don't want me get a plate
That stick with me same size as my nephew Blake
That stick hit and it sound like an 808 (Trapnanana)
And I ain't talkin' 'bout no food when I say bust your grape
Uh, she wanna fuck, I want her tongue
That's how I'm rockin', red rum, put that chopper on your bum

[Chorus]
Hard times don't last, nigga (Don't last, nigga)
I was runnin' down for that cash, nigga (For that cash)
I wake up, I want me a big bag, nigga (A big bag, nigga)
It ain't real hard to do some math, nigga (Uh)
Had to trust some niggas, had to trust some hoes (What? What?)
One thing I won't do, one thing I won't do (You know)
Still in designer clothes, still in designer clothes (Designer clothes)
Designer on me and designer on my bros (What?)You might also like