Hard 2 Kill lyrics

[Chorus: OG Boobie Black]
[?] hard to kill
Real n*gga, bread with him made him hard to kill
Kiss a b*tch, who the f*ck you arguing with?
This the same mouth I gotta kiss my daughter with
Daughter with, daughter with
Straight drive, I do not believe in water whip
[?] go to jail [?]
These the same hands I gotta count the money with

[Verse 1: OG Boobie Black]
Stupid b*tch, recognise you can't f*ck with this
OG Boobie Black, always on that gangsta sh*t
Kiss a b*tch, that sh*t played out and over with
She suck a lot of di*k, it’s like she in the porn flicks
f*ck that other n*gga cause he with that ho sh*t
Better come up with my money fore I send a hit
I love my dawgs, you a b*tch so I don't love you
To keep it real, I might holler when I wanna f*ck you

[Chorus: OG Boobie Black]
[?] hard to kill
Real n*gga, bread with him made him hard to kill
Kiss a b*tch, who the f*ck you arguing with?
This the same mouth I gotta kiss my daughter with
Daughter with, daughter with
Straight drive, I do not believe in water whip
[?] go to jail [?]
These the same hands I gotta count the money with
[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
Still from crumbs, [?] blunt steel in my lungs
Bout to lunch, used to be bummy, President Gates running the country
Giving out orders without me speaking
f*ck got something in common with Usher
Say you gon do it, end of disscussion
I ain't gon talk [?]
[?] OK it’s done
That's 12 bricks for the fam
No big boy like Fam
[?] back against the [?]
[?]
[?] selling dope
Tryna get [?] off the boat
So let it float, let a n*gga know

[Chorus: OG Boobie Black]
[?] hard to kill
Real n*gga, bread with him made him hard to kill
Kiss a b*tch, who the f*ck you [?]?
This the same mouth I gotta kiss my daughter with
Daughter with, daughter with
Straight drive, I do not believe in water whip
[?] go to jail [?]
These the same hands I gotta count the money with

[Verse 3: Kevin Gates & OG Boobie Black]
You must ain't got droptop, no ceeling
[?] in the motherf*ckin trentches
She got friends, [?] big titties
I got a super bad b*tch, catch my [?]
She from out Detroit, but I call her Miley Sosa
I'm a real n*gga, b*tch and I keep a big pistol
Not a gang banger, I'm a gangsta
Praise to god, protected by the angels
Want that G sh*t, I can make a n*gga [?]

[Chorus: OG Boobie Black]
[?] hard to kill
Real n*gga, bread with him made him hard to kill
Kiss a b*tch, who the f*ck you arguing with?
This the same mouth I gotta kiss my daughter with
Daughter with, daughter with
Straight drive, I do not believe in water whip
[?] go to jail [?]
These the same hands I gotta count the money with