Go Hard (feat. Siete Boy, Joe Moses, Baby Pvnch & Heto The Great)

I finna clean this shit up, ayy I can Poe a 8 of wok and drop a freestyle Spend a nigga block with that new chop and clear the scene out F*ck you talkin' bout, I been gettin' cheese now 40 pointers on the watch, I been bleedin' scenes now Niggas talk about that bag, but ain't gettin' it Ever since a youngin', I was, uh, I was bleedin' shit Niggas talk about goin' hard, but I'm killin' shit Catch me up ina Traffic' with your bitch, yeah, I'm hittin' shit I don't wanna hang out if it don't benefit FRG spent the block, one time, now we gon' spend again Sooner or later, I'ma get paid for this killin' shit I don't like to bring lil' bro around my homies, cause he be stealin' shit Nigga disrespect the murder squad, and he got killed for it Bitch, I took his homie life away, I really feel for it How the f*ck you foul me out the game, man, I'm still scoring I popped a couple niggas a few times, I know I'm still for it Bitch, I got money, shit, I'm still in the streets That shit be veggie when he talkin', that shit don't sound like it's beef If I die in my city, better put it on my pieces Before a nigga go to war with us, they whether shoot it out with Jesus They say, Wop, you fell off, I said, man, you niggas sleepin I was hustlin' in Atlanta, me and Punch 200, P's I don't do too much talkin', man, that shit is cheap I be waitin' to get a nigga knocked, just give me a reason Bare-faced bandit, always murder when I touch the street Hit the studio, it's always murder when I touch the beat F*ck it, call me fire, you get burned when you play with me Treacherous with them riders, always hangin' like the place to be Talking on the grammin', I don't do none of that Niggas actin' like they slide , but they don't do none of that Nigga beefin' over hoes, I don't do none of that Cause I really hoodie up and put a bitch on his back Need 300 for a show, I feel like Yeezy when I'm pullin' up Me and Boogie Down keep truckin' B's up out this Billy truck Let a nigga try us, we gon' run him down, we hoodie up Feel like Nardo Wick equipped with sticks, cause who gon' smoke with us 30 for the Rollie when we bustin' down, was playin' Jane Went to Avianne, now I'm really part the chain gang She ain't let me f*ck but shit, she suck me' thats the same gang Fruit Harvest, Ness, 247, still the same gang Ha, ha, ha, I ain't go lie it's ' like this shit the same thing I smash niggas out and bend blocks, I really gang bang Huh, nigga popped my homie up and I killed him in the same way I got the low and bent the nigga, block dropped him the same day Never will I switch up, I'ma always stay the same way Free Wook D, that's my brother to my dyin' day Scorin' out that foreign double back and run the same play Ain't no time to wait, we gotta run that bitch the same day Smokin' with my best K, troopin' with that S.K Me and Black Flag out that bucket, get your shit taped Put it on her face and I'll put it all on tape Try to fight for the cum, cause she like the way it taste I love it when they hate, that shit be written on they face And every time I went down, I stood up, I ain't fake And every time they went down, they was singin' like they Drake Original YG's, we ain't no monkeys, we some mates I go banana with that K, that motherfucker be L-M-N-O-P I'm in the field so long, for real, I can't even fit on all my cleats I'm in the meeting when all these crackas, they tell me, Wop, get out the streets They got me feelin' like Willie Beeman, but only thing I throw is Vs Tell the truth, I'm outside and I really fuckin' gang bang I'll Spin a nigga block and f*ck his hoe all in the same day Don't pick sides, I cross sides and let that thangs fade Foe boy, got the low on him, we crept that same day F*ck these niggas talkin' bout? I'm gettin' money What these niggas out there mad about? 40K, I'm cashin' out I been gettin' jiggy on a bitch, Im out here wilding out I been gettin' money, so that's all I wanna talk about I ain't tryna scuffle, we got sticks, ain't tryna talk it out When I get up on my T.I.P., it's time to bring him out We was really passin', had the band's all at my mama house They came the indictment, yea the feds they had the cameras out Now it's Benz, Coupes, and Range Rovers in the motorcade Hit the homie, bitch, I hung with him in the same night North face jacket, he get cold hangin' on the A We ain't goin' tic for tak , we steady slide for get back POW, POW, POW