Hit Em Hard

[Verse 1: The 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 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 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 niggas be shootin’

[Chorus: Bobby Shmurda]
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

[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 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'fuckin' 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 'em strippin'
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 twenty-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

[Chorus: Bobby Shmurda]
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

[Verse 3: Skeme]
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 boom!
S to the K to the E-M-E
Callin' the 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 tock or no tick
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 'til the tires 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 'til I'm high enough
I don't give a fuck about nan 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

[Chorus: Bobby Shmurda]
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