Hard As It Get

[Chorus - Bouba Savage]
I really started this shit
Shoot out the trenches, as hard as it get
Roll like the Wockhardt, we don't do hips
Get up on them, we don't do whips
All of the dissing and shit, he got hit
When I'm shopping, that shit on my hips
Still free the Goon Paul, who in our whip
And still free Dot nigga, Tjay a bitch

[Verse 1 - Baby Omerta]
Back out he, ain't getting that phone
He alone, so I get in that car
Jit want spark, send him right to the stars
She gon' fuck, cause she know who we are
Then she hot, she ain't wavy
Free AMP, you was told 380
New opps diss, and them niggas ain't crazy
Spin through they block, better die for they-

[Verse 2 - Wockhardt]
Chase that whip, till that nigga can't breathe
Digga D's coming, see P's
Put thе G on bro he ain't got faith in DB
All when I slime 'еm, like who geek?
This on my shit, I can't talk on my-
This on my shit, I put on every trip
Two opps gone, we be gon' smoke out the since
First shoot back blocks, we the 150 shit
Free the Goons that was bugging
Threw a shot, almost took out his muffin
Don't push up on me, if I reach, I ain't bluffin'
Sugar hips in my song, now I know that she fuckin', like
When we spin through, they duckin'
Off the school, we ain't coming over nothin'
MDotty smoker, boy how he punchin'
Benzo gon' spin it, like fuck it I'm comin'

[Verse 3 - COE Wiki]
B-B-Bro got the V, we all need the truth
They keep dissing, we gon' see them soon
Like, what's a sweet talk Goon?
Droppin' my Lz, niggas know what we do
On that block, we ain't cheat too
Back out, then I see all of them fools
Marky, Dummy got hit for his boom
Like, and no they do nothin' for you
He for what? He for Woo
Like how? It ain't shit that they doing
Word to bro, this shit deeper than music
Like the first one I see, I start booming

[Chorus - Bouba Savage]
I really started this shit
Shoot out the trenches, as hard as it get
Roll like the Wockhardt, we don't do hips
Get up on them, we don't do whips
All of the dissing and shit, he got hit
When I'm shopping, that shit on my hips
Still free the Goon Paul, who in our whip
And still free Dot nigga, Tjay a bitch