Hitta lyrics

[Intro: Funk Flex]
Let's go

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