Hit Em Hard (feat. Bobby Shmurda, Skeme & Freddie Gibbs)

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 runnin' 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 countin' it
 That's why I'm throwin' 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 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 niggas be shootin'
 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
 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
 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 muhfuckin' day, no more yayo, boy I done sold out
 Nigga pull up in a mothafuckin' foreign on forgies that'll bring them hoes out
 Like yeah nigga, niggas keep beggin', I pull out a pump in this bitch like I'm blizzard
 Yeah, empty your pockets, we robbin', these bitches got all of us trippin'
 Nigga, 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 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 snitchin', them niggas gon' be at your throat
 Everyday Halloween niggas 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
 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
 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
 I just caught a body like a week ago
 These hatin' 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, 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 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 ridin' with me till the tyres bust
 Haters talkin', 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
 Drinkin' lean till I'm high enough, I don't give a fuck about [?] nigga
 I ain't squashin' 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 slidin' doors on that van nigga
 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
 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