Hitta

[Intro: Funk Flex]
Let's go

[Verse: Bobby Shmurda]
I go hard in that paint, nigga
Do you stink, nigga?
Fuck you niggas think, nigga?
Shit, bitch, I'm gang, nigga
Big wolf-pack, we ain't, nigga
Ate this tray, nigga
I don't even aim, nigga
Hashed his brains, nigga
Left in on the paint, nigga
Fuck his flame, nigga
Ask my brother Fame, nigga
Blow that thing, bitch, since I was thirteen, nigga
Fuck you think, these motherfuckers put me in chains, nigga?
'Cause I'm wild than motherfuckin' bitch-nigga
Ask a snitch-nigga, how I'ma take out hits, nigga?
Grr, clips at the Clips, you know I'm dumpin' off
It's .30 on the Glock, you know it's guns involved
It's .30 on the hood, you know it's Dracs involved
Funny bitches running away, nigga, sloppy vault
Bunch of ice on my neck, you know, the fuck you think?
Runnin' 'round with five-hunnid and a fucking TEC
I shot a nigga last week, on gang, bitch
They gon' want to put a nigga up on chains, bitch
You know I'm 'bout my motherfuckin' paper, what's up?
.20 got me, homie, and the .30 in the fucking cut
I don't even like to play games, nigga
That's why I came homе and bought a cave, nigga
I'm choppin' bitches down evеry day, nigga
Had him flossed up first day, on the plane, nigga
Icy, like the motherfucking A, nigga
I look like I came up off the A, nigga, woo
But, I ain't fucking Gucci Mane, nigga, woo
Big cripped up, with a motherfucking bang, nigga
Yeah, I like to stand on top a motherfucking nigga
Yeah, I'm young and I **** like, "What's poppin', nigga?"
Ha, buy a motherfucking popper, nigga
Ha, I'ma motherfuckin' pop a nigga
Ask my motherfuckin' mobber, nigga
Shot a bunch of niggas, bruh, what the fuck you claim, nigga?
She say, "Get out with your motherfucking sneaks, nigga"
She say, "Get out with your motherfucking crip niggas"
Ooh, why you know it's lit, nigga?
I came home in your bitch, nigga, rich nigga
Look, nigga, bitch-nigga
Yeah, I'm in the spot with a stick, nigga, brr
Hop out my mama name
Shot a nigga, left him dead, on my mama, gang
This nigga crazy, boy, I'm on my mama chains
And my neck, you too, and my brother's Clue
What the fuck you do? I used to move to doobs
I'm talking sexy ghost, nigga, every fucking weekend, I rob him through
Go ask—

[Outro: Funk Flex & Bobby Shmurda]
You know what it is
Funk Flex, Bobby Shmurda, we here, we hot
Shake the tent
And on that note, fuck you