Hit Em Hard

(album: Blood Moon: Year Of The Wolf - 2014)

[Verse 1 Game:]
I got a black mac and a six pack
I don't work out, I don't chit chat
My bitch bad, I get racks
That Rolls Royce, come gift-wrapped
Them birds still come shrink-wrapped
I'm not strapped, don't think that
I'm low key with that click clack
That rat a tat tat tat tat
Throw the burner and I'm running home
Niggas stop being loyal when the money gone
Still walk in this bitch, I'm a hundred strong
One chain on my neck, feel like I got a hundred on
Look at my flow on this bitch
Platinum and gold on my wrist
Money, the accountant be counting it
That's why I'm throwing this shit
I'm in BK with that SK
Same clothes since yesterday
With that Biggie Smalls on replay
And I ain't wearing no vest today
I do the Shmoney dance with this mac
You better do it too or get Shmurda'd
I be grilling that beef, I ain't talking no burgers
I finna be walking like I'm a New Yorker
I let off the K and then I hope in the Uber
It's never a question that I am the shooter
I empty the clip and lay you in a pool of
Blood, see how he got hit with the Ruger?
Blood, bandana that's how we be moving
Blood, swooping from Compton to Brooklyn
And this ain't the Barclays but niggas be shooting

[Hook Bobby Shmurda x2:]
Running niggas down back and forth
I'm like pass the torch
Blast it off
Niggas making bets so who gonna blast him off
First to score
We gon' hit 'em hard
We gon' hit 'em all
First to score
We gon' hit 'em all
We gon' hit 'em hard

[Verse 2 Freddie Gibbs:]
Running cocaina back and forth
Copped the bag of salt
E S to the G N
I'm the boss dropped the package off
Coming for the murder, masks is off
Bitch you took a loss
Fuck the DEA we shook 'em off
Bitch we shook 'em off
Shook and twist the jars
And dope on my mommas stove top
By the time she came back from church boy
I bet you I had an O stocked
In the middle of the muhfucking day, no more yayo, boy I done sold out
Nigga pull up in a mothafucking foreign on forgies that'll bring them hoes out
Like yeah nigga, niggas keep begging, I pull out a pump in this bitch like I'm blizzard
Yeah, empty your pockets, we robbing, these bitches got all of us tripping
Nigga, it's better to ask for forgiveness than ask for permission
You catching the hollow, I'm catchin'you slipping, I did it alone, only God as my witness
My nigga got off cause we tied up the witness, and made sure the nigga couldn't show up in court
You know the business, them niggas find out that you snitching, them niggas gon' be at your throat
Everyday Halloween niggas will go trick or treating, with two tweny-three at your door
Flipping a check off this rapping, go back to the trap and put that in the weed and the blow like

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3 Skeme:]
I just caught a body like a week ago
These hating niggas want attention, I don't see 'em though
You talk that gangsta shit, but I just can't believe it bro
We pull up with them shots, knocking out that European [?]
S to the K to the E-M-E, calling here EMT after I empted this clip
I sold my dope right on CMT, I'm at the ING, know I'm as weird as it gets
Chuck Taylor told me it's fuck haters, so I say fuck 'em and bury these niggas in pits
Rolley on wrist, no toc or no tic, your girl on my dick, man come get your bitch
Niggas think this a rap now, I might back down and come try your luck
Riders with me be wired up, they riding with me till the tyres bust
Haters talking, but they better cool it, before that nigga Crooked get fired up
Lay you out like my Balmains, you gotta play 'em straight, he get ironed up
Drinking lean till I'm high enough, I don't give a fuck about [?] nigga
I ain't squashing shit, I won't call it off, I just handle mine like a man nigga
I'm on frontline with these bands nigga
Need a chair, I can't stand niggas
We do walk-by's and hop outs
Got sliding doors on that van nigga

[Hook x2]