Rich Homie Quan I Go Hard song lyrics

Smoking like a chimney

All i know is fire up

Whip it like a chemist

I'm higher than Mariah

Rich to pick them mic up

Jackson i'm in the And they let me out for a minute

I'm going back in like I left something

One of the best of em and I swang like the rest of em

And I check some?

They suggest us to go broke

Cause we finesse them with that dope

And they respect the game cause they know

East Atlanta made a hood star, Rich Homies who I do it for

Was in Bedford palace on?

Getting off that work and ima spin it till it's gone

Put a door on the beat I go in on every song

I go I go I I go in on every song

I'm show stopping, back handing

Hitting home runs in batting practice

That wood back got cork in it

Baking soda got a fork with it

She seen how long my check was and she tried to make me her boyfriend? No choice with, i'm endorsed with

Gucci, louis my sports gear I stay up like a fork lift

I put cameras in the porsche rear

With only one bullet I was forced to kill

The beat, the instrumental, whatever you call it?

I see you bruh, I go in on every song

A feature, what I need it for

Go in on every song

Spit flame in every line

Cross my t's and dot my i's

Shit a'int sweet, we got killers in every spot

Rest in peace to d-raw, free my nigga chicken

I got a smothered onion Off that Cajun chicken

And if your pockets broke let this paper fix it

No lights on when my ice on

That'll make me pass out

I go in like a closed door