[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