That’s Hard* lyrics

[Intro: Desiigner & PnB Rock]
Earl on the beat
Yeah, I'm cookin’ it'
[?]
Cookin'
Cookin’ in the pot
You know what I'm sayin'
Yeah

[Chorus: PnB Rock & Desiigner]
That's all (That's all), that's all (That's all)
Put a .30 on the clip, that's wild (That’s wild)
Never ever trust a b*tch, that’s a love (That's love)
And I’m cookin' out the pot, that's hot (That's hot)
That’s al, that's all (That's all)
30 on the clip, that's wild (That's wild)
Don't ever trust a b*tch, that's a loss (That's a loss)
And I'm cookin' out the pot, that's hot (That's hot)

[Verse 1: Desiigner]
That's all (That's all, that's all)
That's all (That's all, that's all)
I got the drop on the black car (Black car, black car)
I be trappin' hard, I'm a trapstar (Trapstar, trapstar)
I got an AK in my backyard (Backyard, backyard)
Backyard, backyard (Backyard, backyard)
[?]
I f*cked that hoe, I'm a pornstar (Pornstar, pornstar)
I drive the Nascar like a foreign car (Foreign car, foreign car)
All masked up [?], we in Adidas (Masked up, masked up, masked up)
I got the Glock and them n*ggas [?]
I'm in the bank and I'm blowin' them racks out
I'm in the trap and I'm blowin' some pack out, pack out, pack out
I go get it, know what's comin'
I go get it, know what's comin'
[Chorus: PnB Rock & Desiigner]
That's all, that's all
Put a .30 on the clip, that's wild
Never ever trust a b*tch, that's a love
And I'm cookin' out the pot, that's hot (Damn, where'd you get that from?)
That's all, that's all
Put a .30 on the clip, that's wild
Never ever trust a b*tch, that's a love
And I'm cookin' out the pot, that's hot

[Verse 2: PnB Rock]
That's all, that's all
Got it tatted on my knuckles, I'm a trapstar
Cops comin', I'ma turn into a trackstar
Stash the whip in the bushes, in the backyard (Yeah)
This how all my n*ggas tryna get that pack off
Tryna stack up, tryna get them racks up
Gang with me if I ever need some backup
They'll stomp a pus*y n*gga if he act tough
I paid way too much for this chain to let you snatch it (Yeah)
You can't have it, I keep an automatic
We young n*ggas, we some dumb n*ggas, keep a ratchet
f*ck n*gga, we don't f*ck with ya, never lackin', no

[Chorus: PnB Rock & Desiigner]
That's all (That's all), that's all (That's all)
Put a .30 on the clip, that's wild (That's wild)
Never ever trust a b*tch, that's a love (That's love)
And I'm cookin' out the pot, that's hot (That's hot)
That's al, that's all (That's all)
30 on the clip, that's wild (That's wild)
Don't ever trust a b*tch, that's a loss (That's a loss)
And I'm cookin' out the pot, that's hot (That's hot)
[Verse 3: Fivio Foreign]
(Skrrt) Catch up (Ayy), huh
You can get your b*tch, she snatched up (Ayy)
She with me, she don't never got no bad luck (No)
She don't never got no bad luck
If she got a spliff, we be matched up
.40 cali on me make him back up (Baow)
But I got it on me, so don't act tough (So don't act tough)
I be makin' movies but I've never been an actor (No)
I still move pounds
I take a Perkie even though it make me nauseous, it make me nauseous
You with the gang, now you rollin' with the bosses
All this f*ckin' liquor got a n*gga feelin' saucy

[Chorus: PnB Rock & Desiigner]
That's all (That's all), that's all (That's all)
Put a .30 on the clip, that's wild (That's wild)
Never ever trust a b*tch, that's a love (That's love)
And I'm cookin' out the pot, that's hot (That's hot)
That's al, that's all (That's all)
30 on the clip, that's wild (That's wild)
Don't ever trust a b*tch, that's a loss (That's a loss)
And I'm cookin' out the pot, that's hot (That's hot)