Bobby Shmurda — Hot N*gga

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And Chewy, I’m some hot n**ga,

Like I talk to Shyste when I shot n**gas,

Like you seen him twirl, then he drop, n**ga,

And we keep them nine millis on my block, n**ga.

And Monte keep it on him, he done dropped n**gas,

And Trigger, he be wildin’, he some hot n**ga,

Tones known to get busy with them Glocks, n**ga,

Try to run down and you can catch a shot, n**ga!

Runnin’ through these checks till I pass out,

And shawty give me neck till I pass out,

I swear to God, all I do is cash out,

And if you ain’t a ho, get up out my trap house!

I been sellin’ crack since like the fifth grade,

Really never made no difference what the shit made,

Jaja taught me flip them packs and how to maintain,

Get that money back and spend it on the same thang.

Shawty like the way that I ball out,

I be gettin’ money till I fall out,

You talkin’ cash, dawg, I goes all out.

Shawrty love the way that I floss out,

Free Greezy, though, let all of my dawgs out!

Momma said no pussy cats inside my doghouse,

That’s what got my daddy locked up in the dog pound,

Free Phantom, though, let all of my dogs out!

We gon’ pull up in that hooptie like we cops on ‘em,

With M16’s, we gon’ put some shots on him,

I send a little thot to send the drop on him,

She gon’ call me up, and Imma sick the hots on him.

Grimey savage, that’s what we are,

Grimey shooters dressed in G-Star, GS9, I go so hard.

But GS for my gun squad,

And bitch if it’s a problem, we gon’ gun brawl.

Shots poppin’ out the AR,

I’m with Trigger, I’m with Rasha, I’m with A-Raw,

Broad daylight and we gon’ let them things bark,

Tell them n**gas free Meeshie, ho!

Some way free Breezy, ho!

And tell my n**gas, Shmurda teamin’, ho!

Mitch caught a body ‘bout a week ago, week ago,

Fuck with us, and then we tweakin’, ho!

Run up on that n**ga, get to squeezin’, ho,

Everybody catchin’ bullet holes.

N**gas got me on my bully, yo!

Imma run up, put that gun on ‘em,

Imma run up, go dumb on ‘em,

N**gas got me on that young shit,

Got me on that go dumb shit,

Got me on that go dumb shit, man!

Trap mode in this mothafucka, hotter than a bitch!

Ayo, pour up! I need some more drank.