Retaliation by Ardo Lyrics
It was hard sticking to the grind
A new york state of mind
Ain't no bitch gon’ waste my time trying to incline
Bagging up like 20 dimes
Im into crime
So fuck it ill let this hammer fly
Had it looking like 4th
Way before july
Take a look into my eyes
Ill tell if you in disguise
Broken promise you die
Mama told me dont cry
Your time ain't even arrive
So why you acting so blind
Everything is gone be fine
Turning dimes into commas
Im a money making monster
Penne le vodka pasta
Eating swell like a mobster
I been meaning to prosper
Crossing names of the roster
Trying hold the same posture
In the mazzi no mazda
Kamakazi armada
My genes it came from my father
You pussy and i won't bother
Push me im at you collar
Have you dancing like its salsa
False accusing gon’ cost
Get ya bitch ‘for i moss her
Riding out with the bosses
I ain't losing for none
They ain't show me no love
When i was up in the mud
Man none of hat shit was fun
Broken heart of a thug
Clouds instead of the sun
Said im gone become the one
And then i finally won
X2
Heavy hitting
No chevy whipping
My vision different
Inferred it won't miss em
All my mans with the shits
You'll get hit from a distance
Always sipping on 40s
But pouring some for the kid
My old shawty didn't get
The way i was tryna live
Now that chick tryna forgive
I told her stick with that trick
And get right up off my dick
Little fucking corny bitch
I ain't begging you for shit
Either you gone let me hit
Or you just gone have to split
Max the damage inflicted
Parts of my story missing
Think these diamonds just gon’ glisten
Without a single commission
To dollar signs im committed
Chasing a bag addiction
Not to mention
All the limited edition bitches
Getting into my addition
For admission just to clip em
Then i skip em
Flip the scrip from my women
I know bloods and some cripping
Shit all of my hitters gripping
Curry clay and a pippin
You won't ever catch me slipping
Got back up shots thats gone sick em
A new york state of mind
Ain't no bitch gon’ waste my time trying to incline
Bagging up like 20 dimes
Im into crime
So fuck it ill let this hammer fly
Had it looking like 4th
Way before july
Take a look into my eyes
Ill tell if you in disguise
Broken promise you die
Mama told me dont cry
Your time ain't even arrive
So why you acting so blind
Everything is gone be fine
Turning dimes into commas
Im a money making monster
Penne le vodka pasta
Eating swell like a mobster
I been meaning to prosper
Crossing names of the roster
Trying hold the same posture
In the mazzi no mazda
Kamakazi armada
My genes it came from my father
You pussy and i won't bother
Push me im at you collar
Have you dancing like its salsa
False accusing gon’ cost
Get ya bitch ‘for i moss her
Riding out with the bosses
I ain't losing for none
They ain't show me no love
When i was up in the mud
Man none of hat shit was fun
Broken heart of a thug
Clouds instead of the sun
Said im gone become the one
And then i finally won
X2
Heavy hitting
No chevy whipping
My vision different
Inferred it won't miss em
All my mans with the shits
You'll get hit from a distance
Always sipping on 40s
But pouring some for the kid
My old shawty didn't get
The way i was tryna live
Now that chick tryna forgive
I told her stick with that trick
And get right up off my dick
Little fucking corny bitch
I ain't begging you for shit
Either you gone let me hit
Or you just gone have to split
Max the damage inflicted
Parts of my story missing
Think these diamonds just gon’ glisten
Without a single commission
To dollar signs im committed
Chasing a bag addiction
Not to mention
All the limited edition bitches
Getting into my addition
For admission just to clip em
Then i skip em
Flip the scrip from my women
I know bloods and some cripping
Shit all of my hitters gripping
Curry clay and a pippin
You won't ever catch me slipping
Got back up shots thats gone sick em