Hit Em Hard
(专辑： 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]
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