Hit Em Hard - The Game feat Bobby Shmurda, Freddie Gibbs & Skeme
[Verse 1 - Game:]
I got a black mac and a six pack
I don't work out, I don't chit chat
My b_tch 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 runnin' home
N_ggas stop being loyal when the money gone
Still walk in this b_tch, I'm a hundred strong
One chain on my neck, feel like I got a hundred on
Look at my flow on this b_tch
Platinum and gold on my wrist
Money, the accountant be countin' it
That's why I'm throwin' this sh_t
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 talkin' no burgers
I finna be walkin' 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 movin'
Blood, swooping from Compton to Brooklyn
And this ain't the Barclays but n_ggas be shootin'
[Hook - Bobby Shmurda x2:]
Running n_ggas down back and forth
I'm like pass the torch
Blast it off
N_ggas 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
B_tch you took a loss
F_ck the DEA we shook 'em off
B_tch 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 muhf_ckin' day, no more yayo, boy I done sold out
N_gga pull up in a mothaf_ckin' foreign on forgies that'll bring them hoes out
Like yeah n_gga, n_ggas keep beggin', I pull out a pump in this b_tch like I'm blizzard
Yeah, empty your pockets, we robbin', these b_tches got all of us trippin'
N_gga, it's better to ask for forgiveness than ask for permission
You catchin' the hollow, I'm catchin'you slippin', I did it alone, only God as my witness
My n_gga got off cause we tied up the witness, and made sure the n_gga couldn't show up in court
You know the business, them n_ggas find out that you snitchin', them n_ggas gon' be at your throat
Everyday Halloween n_ggas will go trick or treatin', with two tweny-three at your door
Flippin' a check off this rappin', 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 hatin' n_ggas want attention, I don't see 'em though
You talk that gangsta sh_t, but I just can't believe it bro
We pull up with them shots, knockin' out that European [?]
S to the K to the E-M-E, callin' 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 f_ck haters, so I say f_ck 'em and bury these n_ggas in pits
Rolley on wrist, no toc or no tic, your girl on my d_ck, man come get your b_tch
N_ggas think this a rap now, I might back down and come try your luck
Riders with me be wired up, they ridin' with me till the tyres bust
Haters talkin', but they better cool it, before that n_gga Crooked get fired up
Lay you out like my Balmains, you gotta play 'em straight, he get ironed up
Drinkin' lean till I'm high enough, I don't give a f_ck about [?] n_gga
I ain't squashin' sh_t, I won't call it off, I just handle mine like a man n_gga
I'm on frontline with these bands n_gga
Need a chair, I can't stand n_ggas
We do walk-by's and hop outs
Got slidin' doors on that van n_gga
[Hook x2]
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