Hit Em Hard - The Game, Skeme, Bobby Shmurda

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'

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 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

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 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

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