Waka Flocka – Hard In Da Paint (Audio, Lyrics)

Throwback to Waka Flocka’s 2010 single titled “Hard In Da Paint”. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Lex Luger.

Waka Flocka Hard In Da Paint

Ten years removed from its initial release, Waka Flocka Flame’s Flockaveli is currently being celebrated as one of the past decade’s most influential albums. Though the scope of its impact was not necessarily evident upon its release, in hindsight, there are many who feel like the project paved the way for the modern-day trap music sound. Wherever you may stand on the matter, it’s clear that Flocka’s debut studio album is a classic through and through — especially when you factor in the ridiculously badass single “Hard In Da Paint.”

Produced by a red-hot Lex Luger, who blessed the near-entirety of Flockaveli, the timeless single is one of the hardest tracks to emerge from its era. Even a decade later, “Hard In Da Paint” remains a workout playlist mainstay, with Flocka’s aggressive bars boasting the intensity of a drill sergeant. Though it’s not exactly “lyrical” in the traditional sense, Waka Flocka’s unapologetic delivery and relentless ad-libs ensured that his bars would never be questioned. For that, he deserves respect on this milestone anniversary.

Waka Flocka – Hard In Da Paint (prod. Lex Luger)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wZ9gzp1AL88

Lyrics

[Intro]
Lex Luger
That nigga Lex Luger
Flocka!

[Chorus]
I go hard in the motherfucking paint, nigga
Leave you stinking, nigga
What the fuck you thinking, nigga?
I won’t die for this shit or what the fuck I say
Front yard, broad day with the SK
See Gucci, that’s my motherfucking nigga
I hang in the ‘Dale with them Hit Squad killers
Waka Flocka Flame, one hood-ass nigga
Riding real slow, bending corners, my nigga (Flocka!)

[Verse 1]
Got a main bitch (And?), got a mistress (What else?)
A couple girlfriends, I’m so hood-rich
Keep my dick hard (Yeah) and keep me smoking
You’ll get bills free, shawty, no joking (Real talk)
And what I stand for? (Flocka!) Brick Squad (Brick Squad)
I’ma die for this shawty, man, I swear to God
In the trap with some killers and some hood niggas
Where you at? Where you trap? You ain’t hood, nigga (Bow!)
Keep this shit 300, put that shit on my hood (Flocka)
Crips fucking with me, G’s and the Vice Lords (Brrrrrrr)
Esé and amigos freestyle off the dome
Brick Squad, Waka Flocka Flame is fucking home (Flocka!)

[Chorus]
I go hard in the motherfucking paint, nigga
Leave you stinking, nigga, what the fuck you thinking, nigga?
I won’t die for this shit or what the fuck I say (Brick Squad)
Front yard, broad day with the SK
See, Gucci, that’s my motherfucking nigga
I hang in the ‘Dale with them Hit Squad killers
Waka Flocka Flame, one hood-ass nigga
Riding real slow, bending corners, my nigga

[Verse 2]
What’s up, pussy nigga? (What’s up?)
What’s up, punk nigga? (What’s up?)
They got on that nigga, make your momma’s momma miss you
Hope you got your killers with you
Hope you got your niggas with you
Hope your goons riding with you
They gon’ fucking miss you, nigga
Nigga with a attitude like Eaze and Cube
When my little brother died, I said: “Fuck school!”
I picked the burner up, then I grabbed some marijuana
Two years later, screaming: “Now I’m here, your honor!”
Glock 9, the SK, if you want to beef
Shawty, point blank range, I’ll put your ass to sleep
Shawty, talk is cheap, so watch what you say
Broad day in the air like this shit legal (Flocka!)

[Chorus]
I go hard in the motherfucking paint, nigga
Leave you stinking, nigga, what the fuck you thinking, nigga?
I won’t die for this shit or what the fuck I say (Brick Squad)
Front yard, broad day with the SK (Bop-bop-bop-bop-bow!)
See Gucci, that’s my motherfucking nigga
I hang in the ‘Dale with them Hit Squad killers
Waka Flocka Flame one hood-ass nigga
Riding real slow, bending corners, my nigga

[Break]
Flocka, Waka
Waka, Waka, Waka (Flocka)
Waka, Waka, Waka (Flocka)
Flocka, Flocka, Flocka (Waka)
Waka, Waka, Waka (Flocka)
Waka Flocka, Flocka, (Waka)
Waka Flocka Flame, Brick Squad
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, Brick Squad
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, Brick Squad
Yuh

[Chorus]
I go hard in the motherfucking paint, nigga
Leave you stinking, nigga, what the fuck you thinking, nigga?
I won’t die for this shit or what the fuck I say (Brick Squad)
Front yard, broad day with the SK (Bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bow!)
See Gucci, that’s my motherfucking nigga
I hang in the ‘Dale with them Hit Squad killers
Waka Flocka Flame, one hood-ass nigga
Riding real slow, bending corners, my nigga (Flocka!)