Hot N***a [Remix]

Niggas got me on my Brooklyn shit Aye, what I told 'em? I said Being hot get you the MVP Stayin' hot get you the Hall Of Fame It's Loso (Brooklyn forever) Shmurda, what up, son? Brooklyn, what up, son? Huh? Yo, I hit my shmoney dance when I caught the lick I hit my shmoney dance when I caught ya chick I Bobby Shmurdered that when she came 'round Threw the hat up in the air, it never came down And I just caught that body like a week ago Real quick, click clack, get to freakin', ho She want some hot nigga chillin' out in Mykonos Or thot niggas all summer, every weekend, ho I ain't no killer but don't push me, yo I had 'em killers in yo' bushes, yo Them trick niggas splurge on the pussy, yo You give me one day, I'll Purge on that pussy, yo You ain't seen these kicks since like the fifth grade Back when Bo Jackson and Ken Griffey played On my 90's flow, nigga, Young OG shit On my GSC, Meet the Family shit Can't hold you forever, you gon' get a date Tell 'em free my nigga Critter Mate Hold ya head to all my niggas in the state D-Block, GS9, nigga, get it straight Got the semi and the fully on me Gloves, mask and a hoodie on me Case we need to steal a V, I got the pully on me I know you shocked, right? They got me on my bully, homie It's fake love 'cause they really hatin' For my downfall, they really waitin' Hundred yardies, a hundred Haitians I'm a hot nigga by affiliation Look, fresh up out the county, I done did a lil bid Let the popos run up on me, I won't tell them coppers shit All this money in my pocket, you might think I sold a brick I got four hoes and some Hen', some low pros on my Benz And if I catch that nigga slippin', I'ma shut him down Let my homies separate his body, call that Seven Pounds Better cool out, I'm nice with the hands You keep talking that shit, I'll knock you out A nigga be pickin' you up off of the ground for thinkin' you 2Pac And shawty give me neck till I pass out And she just gettin' checks cause her ass out Makin' money, gotta be the fast route Bitch, if you ain't fuckin', better get yo' ass out Pow! Pow! That chopper make him Diddy Bop Free Slice Billy, let my billy rock And free a billi, let a billi out When Flex drop a bomb on us, watch the city rock Made Diddy shmoney dance right on Biggie block Make him bring a hundred bands and the city out When French pull up in that brand new yacht Watch me slide off wit' ya thot cause I'm worth about a milli now Niggas think 'cause we dancin' 'round, niggas won't get shot That's Bobby Shmurda, not Bobby Brown, known to pop up on the block These pussy niggas better calm it down, get the same drop from that thot And these f*ck niggas don't come around 'cause they know they gon' get shot F*ck around and get ya shit popped Like hanging out too long on 91st and Winthrop See, you the type to probably get got See, this where all the fuckery nigga shit stop Shawty climb this Shmoney mountain to the tip-top (get it) Throw a hundred fifty on my wrist (watch) Stayed with the heat, they call me Chris Bosh Angry 'cause niggas see me leavin' they bitch block Shout my nigga Web, shout my nigga Luger Free my nigga Smiles, free my nigga Scooter I suggest you probably pray to Buddha Conglomerate and GS9 niggas full of shooters Let's talk about a hot nigga My dogs'll sit and rot, nigga F*ck the judge, we never cop, nigga Who the first to bring that Lambo on the block, nigga? Poppin' Aces in the studio wit' Bobby 'nem Before all the labels started callin' him 'Cause bitch, I understand him 'cause I'm one of them So know you hatin' on me if you hatin' on them Memphis shooters, that's who we are Made a million out a glass jar Cocaine, I got dope bars My nigga Snootie just caught a gun charge F*ck a law, we gon' ride strapped, bitch We be 'bout that beef, f*ck that rap shit And free my nigga Meek, I'm on my Philly shit And my New York bitch from Dyckman, she Dominican Grimey savage, that's what we are (we are) Grimey shooters dressed in G-Star (star) GS9, I go so hard (hard) But GS for my gun squad (that's for my gun squad) And, bitch, if it's a problem, we gon' gun-brawl Shots popping out the AR (b-b-b-bow, nigga) I'm with Trigger, I'm with Rasha, I'm with A-Rod (b-b-b-bow, nigga) Broad daylight and we gon' let them things bark Tell them niggas free Meeshie, hoe (free Meeshie) SUBwave, free Breezy, hoe (Free Breezy, hoe) And tell my niggas, Shmurda teaming, hoe (Shmurda teaming, hoe) Mitch caught a body about a week ago, week ago F*ck with us and then we tweaking, hoe, tweaking, hoe Run up on that nigga, get to squeezing, hoe, squeezing, hoe Everybody catching bullet holes, bullet holes (b-b-b-boom) Niggas got me on my bully, yo, bully, yo I'ma run up, put that gun on him (put that gun on him) I'ma run up, go dumb on him (dumb on him) Niggas got me on that young shit (that young shit) Got me on that go-dumb shit (dumb shit) Got me on that go dumb shit, man Trap mode in this muhfucka, hotter than a bitch Ayo, pour up, I need some more drank