Diz-E Loaf - Go Hard or Go Home lyrics

[Intro: Diz-E Loaf and Hansum Homie] It's Lit Mafia Diz-E Loaf I went like *hoo* while you were talking I know [Hook: Diz-E Loaf] b**h Go hard or go home A shot from my nine that's a Glock to your dome b**h I'm with my homeboy Jerome Steezy a** n***as don't pick up the phone b**h you ever heard of a comb Ugly a** weave lookin' like it's made of foam b**h Did I throw you a bone Pull some E.T. phone home sh** and leave me alone b**h [Verse 1: Diz-E Loaf] Slang that rock Ice in stock You're a stupid mother f**er You can s** my co*k Always like it nasty Girls made of plastic If the cakes ain't fake Why the f** you think I'm asking? Now I'm taking out the masking tape To reattach their a**es Cash to trash I bash a batch of b**hes Not without my gla**es You can't see me Wanna be me Wanna know where all my cash hid If I told you where the trap is b**h I'd be pa**ed out on acid I go ape sh** I go bat sh** But I do not go that ratchet route Will not drink that ratchet stout b**h please shut your ratchet mouth Man they should call me wreck it Ralph I'm badder than your man no doubt This money all I dream about You're downing on my high get out I'm hardly less heartless Than part of the market Own it I audit you all bent in awe and I'm off in my coffin the carpet was darkened The bloodstained apartment it's all up to God and I know Okay I got good hoes and bad hoes The f** what would you know? The weed smoke so true though I space out like Pluto I'm flicking the wrist and my dick in your b**h n***a your fingers ain't quicker than this Figures on figures my nine with the triggers I cut you with scissors and leave you with slits You missing' the Mrs My missile'll hit you I'm tripping and ripping through zippers of Vicodin Might have been more than an overdose might have been Rather be fat tapping mothers in cardigans Break in a bank just to f** up and start again [Hook: Diz-E Loaf] b**h Go hard or go home A shot from my nine that's a Glock to your dome b**h I'm with my homeboy Jerome Steezy a** n***as don't pick up the phone b**h you ever heard of a comb Ugly a** weave lookin' like it's made of foam b**h Did I throw you a bone Pull some E.T. phone home sh** and leave me alone b**h [Verse 2: Hansum Homie] Yup Go hard or go home All my n***as running round me They be making b**hes moan We be in the club all night I swear we never going home Anybody catching b**hes with me must have been my clone That's right n***a wanna fight Take a b**h up in my room we ain't gon' leave until it's light Now you backing down you p**y running off into the night Didn't know you was a b**h I bet your p**y really tight I bite that titty make the b**hes wanna scream You got a tight damn kitty you part of the twerk team Ass bigger than the moon got your girl ready to cream Than I see that it's your mother and I saw it in a dream [Hook: Diz-E Loaf] b**h Go hard or go home A shot from my nine that's a Glock to your dome b**h I'm with my homeboy Jerome Steezy a** n***as don't pick up the phone b**h you ever heard of a comb Ugly a** weave lookin' like it's made of foam b**h Did I throw you a bone Pull some E.T. phone home sh** and leave me alone b**h [Verse 3: Hansum Homie] Microphone check What is this? I fly my rainbow flag LGBTQ business Oh yes I got so much love to give Look all the damn colors it's like Roy G. Biv We all started from the bottom Like my man Drake I flatten it, flour eggs like a pancake Aw yeah I bring any style that you brung out Slam dunk it down like Michael Jordan with his tongue out Keeping 30 Rock poppin' you cannot stop 'em Probly got your mommy out there doing pop lockin' Pullin' up in the whip that's the Top Rocket These rappers all up in their feelings like a Hot Pocket Yeah Hopin' I don't fall flat I run Jura**ic world you could call me Chris Pratt Yeah I top the charts do you want more? I get invested with the arts whatcha mad for? Yeah I got that lemon cream pie Ballin' with my n***as I'm the realest team guy Yeah And I would give you all slices Resurrect resolve European debt crisis [Hook: Diz-E Loaf] b**h Go hard or go home A shot from my nine that's a Glock to your dome b**h I'm with my homeboy Jerome Steezy a** n***as don't pick up the phone b**h you ever heard of a comb Ugly a** weave lookin' like it's made of foam b**h Did I throw you a bone Pull some E.T. phone home sh** and leave me alone b**h