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
Fuck 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 fuck 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
Fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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
Fuck 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