2 Hard 4 The Radio

LETRA

2 Hard 4 The Radio

[Intro]
Yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, woah, yeah, ayy
Alright, look

[Verse 1]
Listen up, it's about to be smoke
Ain't nothin' but some shit I wrote
About a rich-ass ni*** that's deep in the game
They call me Drizzy Drake and I'm keepin' the name
I sport Nike shoes, I got a mic to use
To talk bad about you pussies, I don't like you fools
Got an Oakland show tonight, baby
My young boys from The Yoc goin' crazy
I'm on the bridge with a tank of unleaded
I pull up early to that bitch, that bitch was yankin' already, I said yank
In the city and I really got rank
You see the backpack to the front, you gettin' spanked
I really blow M's for the fun of it
New owl, blue diamonds on the front of it
Shout my lil' cousin, Mr. Havin' None of It
Tryna campaign, yeah, Drizzy back runnin' shit

[Chorus]
Woah, woah, livin' large, yeah
And I put that on citas and the boulеvard
When I lost Big Mighty, I took it hard
Need to call up a Stark for some Chrome Hеarts
If you my new girl, girl, you gotta look the part
Ayy, it's Mr. Make Her Pipe Down, there he go
Yeah, it's Mr. Popstar, that's the way it go
Now I'm too hard for the fuckin' radio
Too hard for the fuckin' radio
Yeah, too hard for the fuckin' radio
Too hard for the fuckin' radio

[Bridge]
Hey, hey
What? yeah, what?
I'ma show you what to do, lil' ni***, ayy
I'ma show you what to do, lil' boy, ayy
I'ma show you what—

[Verse 2]
Ayy, first off, I make real town smacks
Boy, you know the motto, gotta push it to the mack
Back when they was askin' 'bout where Davidson was at
Now everybody got a blue thirty on they back
Mustard heard about us, gotta catch up to the slaps
You ain't had one since me and YG rapped
Facts, nine hundred million for the tracks
"Rack City," bitch, we remember that
Damn, you should try and get back to that
This new shit, you could've kept it on the Laugh Fact'
And a ni*** doin' laps
Strippers on my lap, I'm 'bout to make her back bend
Ayy, tell her come and give the boy a lap dance
Damn, y'all was really island hoppin' back then
Huh, now y'all names got redacted
Yeah, now a ni*** gotta fact check, what?
Yeah, and I'm on the west like the Pac-10
Yeah, I'm fuckin' power couples up, yeah
Actin' like you love marryin' your wife, ayy
You boys need to worry 'bout a jury in your life, ayy

[Chorus]
Woah, woah, livin' large, yeah
And I put that on citas and the boulevard
When I lost Big Mighty, I took it hard
Need to call up a Stark for some Chrome Hearts
If you my new girl, girl, you gotta look the part
Ayy, it's Mr. Make Her Pipe Down, there he go
Yeah, it's Mr. Popstar, that's the way it go
Now I'm too hard for the fuckin' radio
Too hard for the fuckin' radio
Yeah, too hard for the fuckin' radio
Too hard for the fuckin' radio