Hard Rock lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, Lil Pump
Red ain't dead
I'ma shoot your grandma in the leg
Oh my God, Ronny

[Chorus]
Double cup muddy, muddy (Yeah)
Chain real sunny, sunny (Woah)
My b*tch real sl*tty, sl*tty (Yeah)
Pourin' up red, real bloody (Ooh)
Pull up to your crib with a ski mask (Yeah)
FN on my hip go beep-bop (Beep-bap)
Dolce bag cost me like three racks (Three racks)
In a Hard Rock with my heat packed (Yeah)
Double cup muddy, muddy (Ooh)
Chain real sunny, sunny (Brr)
My b*tch real sl*tty, sl*tty (Yeah)
Pourin' up red, real bloody (Aye)
Pull up to your crib with a ski mask (Woah)
FN on my hip go beep-bop (Beep-bap)
Dolce bag cost me like three racks (Three racks)
In a Hard Rock with my heat packed (Yeah)

[Verse]
Yeah (Yeah)
I'm way too rich to go to the mall (On God)
I got a stylist, he bringin' it all (Yeah)
Dior on my robe all the way to my draws (Ooh, ooh), b*tch
Hmm, yeah-yeah (Woah)
Bought a new Rari, I don't do Corvettes (No way)
Four in the morning, call her up for some neck (Yeah)
I don't trust b*tches, only trust my TEC (b*tch)
Pack touch down through FedEx (Woah)
Why you with a hoe that got an egg head? (Why?)
I'ma knock a n*gga out his moped (Bow)
Grandma sellin' ketamine in Oakland (Damn)
Glock 45, MAC-10's what I'm totin' (Woah)
Ashy ass b*tch, go give her some lotion (Here)
Walked in this b*tch with two explosives (Woah, yeah)
You the type of n*gga shoot a school up like Joseph (Woah, Joseph)
[Chorus]
Double cup muddy, muddy (Yeah)
Chain real sunny, sunny (Ooh)
My b*tch real sl*tty, sl*tty (Yeah)
Pourin' up red, real bloody (Beep-bap)
Pull up to your crib with a ski mask (Three racks)
FN on my hip go beep-bop (Yeah)
Dolce bag cost me like three racks (Uhm)
In a Hard Rock with my heat packed (Brr)
Double cup muddy, muddy (Yeah)
Chain real sunny, sunny (Aye)
My b*tch real sl*tty, sl*tty (Woah)
Pourin' up red, real bloody (Beep-bap)
Pull up to your crib with a ski mask (Three racks)
FN on my hip go beep-bop
Dolce bag cost me like three racks
In a Hard Rock with my heat packed