The Game Hit Em Hard lyrics

[Verse 1: Game]
...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 [?]
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, suwooping from Compton to Brooklyn
And this ain't the Barclays but niggas be shootin'

[Hook: Bobby Shmurda] (x2)
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 cocaine 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 bitch 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 month, [?] ain't no more yayo, boy I done sold out
Nigga pull up in a mothafuckin' foreign on 40's 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'...