Hitta

Lyrics

[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