Mih - in da paint (feat. remiilyfe & luvrello) Lyrics

I go hard in dat what
I go hard in dat what
I go hard in dat what
I go hard in dat what

I go hard in dat
I go hard in dat
I go hard in dat

Hoe tryna f*ck, told her send a pic
Got these bust down watches like my name rich
Hoes fake bad, dat just make me sick
I be sipping on dis wock she gone eat da kid
Nigga tweaking off this gas, buddy smoking mid
Passing hoes straight to my bro just like Jason Kidd
This hoe steady trim, I be off the grid
F*cking that bitch from da back I be pulling wig
I got all these damn racks yea I like to spend
I got drip, bad hoes, this is not no trend
Rolling hella gas, smoke it by da strand
We be drumming shit, like we in a band
Bitch I'm too fly like a f*cking ceiling fan
Ye I'm geeked bad like I popped a f*cking xan
Get that nigga gone yea you not my f*cking mans
Having runts by da ounce, smoke it wit my twin
I go hard in da paint
I go hard in da paint
I go hard in da paint

Bitch I'm in that mode again, I'm finna go spin for real
Nigga said he want smoke with me gone pop that pussy like a pill
Nigga was dissing on his f*cking brothers, catch that boy get kilt
Rock all black, yea I'm ski masked up finna go on a drill
556 have his body baking like he on a grill
Finna send him to his f*cking maker, made him write a will
Bitch I'm smoking dope outside nigga f*ck 12
Yea I'm having hella stripes like a f*cking ref
If dat hoe fine you know I swipe her to da left
That nigga ain't sliding, he ain't never stepped
Got a big f*cking blick shot him in his lip
In da trap with ysn, yea we be serving zips
Feel in love with Ben frank, know my pockets crip
Bad bitch, she all up on my dick, get her off my tip
I be ballin in the paint I feel like I'm Shaquille
Got this shit up out the mud, I don't need no deal
We the bag chasers, I want stop till I touch a mil
Come through trippin, you know we the hardest in the f*cking ville
White hoe off a pill, told that hoe come here
I go hard in that paint I feel like Bradley Beal
Bitch I'm going crazy in my bag they can't get it still
Got this blasian hoe, the ass look like Mariah Mills
She a fine hoe, bought that bitch designer hills
Walk up out that store, see a opp, I catch kill
My big brother blood, f*ck a blue, I'm stacking till
Whole cup full of mud, hoping this drink don't spill

My pants big ass shit, I can f*ck on any hoe want to cause I'm getting rich
Pull up on yo hoe, do what she want yea she gone eat the dick
I'm in yo hood, with gang and them, we outside taking flicks