Hit Em Hard (feat. Bobby Shmurda, Skeme & Freddie Gibbs) (Explicit) - The Game/Skeme/Bobby Shmurda/Freddie Gibbs

I got a black mac and a six pack

I don't work out I don't chit chat

My b***h 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***as stop being loyal when the money gone

Still walk in this b***h I'm a hundred strong

One chain on my neck feel like I got a hundred on

Look at my flow on this b***h

Platinum and gold on my wrist

Money the accountant be countin' it

That's why I'm throwin' this s**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 hop 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***as be shootin'

Running n***as down back and forth

I'm like pass the torch

Blast it off n***as 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

Running n***as down back and forth

I'm like pass the torch

Blast it off n***as 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

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***h you took a loss

F**k the DEA we shook 'em off b***h we shook 'em off

Shook and twist the jars

And d**e on my momma's stove top

By the time she came back from church boy

I bet you I had an O stocked

In the middle of the muh'f**kin' day

No more yayo boy I done sold out

N***a pull up in a mothaf**kin' foreign

On forgies that'll bring them hoes out

Like yeah n***a n***as keep beggin'

I pull out a pump in this b***h like I'm blizzard

Yeah empty your pockets we robbin'

These b***hes got all of 'em strippin'

N***a 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***a got off 'cause we tied up the witness

And made sure the n***a couldn't show up in court

You know the business them n***as find out

That you snitchin'

Them n***as gon' be at your throat

Everyday Halloween n***as will go trick or treatin'

With two twenty-three at your door

Flippin' a check off this rappin'

Go back to the trap and put that in

The w**d and the blow like

Running n***as down back and forth

I'm like pass the torch

Blast it off n***as 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

Running n***as down back and forth

I'm like pass the torch

Blast it off n***as 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

I just caught a body like a week ago

These hatin' n***as want attention

I don't see 'em though

You talk that gangsta s**t but

I just can't believe it bro

We pull up with them shots knockin'

Out that European boom

S to the K to the E-M-E

Callin' the EMT after I empted this clip

I sold my d**e right on CMT

I'm at the ING know I'm as weird as it gets

Chuck Taylor told me it's f**k haters

So I say f**k 'em and bury these n***as in pits

Rolley on wrist no tock or no tick

Your girl on my dick man come get your b***h

N***as think this a rap now

I might back down and come try your luck

Riders with me be wired up

They ridin' with me 'til the tires bust

Haters talkin' but they better cool it

Before that n***a Crooked get fired up

Lay you out like my Balmains

You gotta play 'em straight he get ironed up

Drinkin' lean 'til I'm high enough

I don't give a f**k about nan n***a

I ain't squashin' s**t I won't call it off

I just handle mine like a man n***a

I'm on frontline with these bands n***a

Need a chair I can't stand n***as

We do walk-by's and hop outs

Got slidin' doors on that van n***a

Running n***as down back and forth

I'm like pass the torch

Blast it off n***as 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

Running n***as down back and forth

I'm like pass the torch

Blast it off n***as 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