[Intro: Funk Flex]
Let's go

[Verse: Bobby Shmurda]
I go hard in that paint, n***a
Do you stink, n***a?
Fuck you n***as think, n***a?
Shit, bitch, I'm gang, n***a
Big wolf-pack, we ain't, n***a
Ate this tray, n***a
I don't even aim, n***a
Hashed his brains, n***a
Left in on the paint, n***a
Fuck his flame, n***a
Ask my brother Fame, n***a
Blow that thing, bitch, since I was thirteen, n***a
Fuck you think, these motherfuckers put me in chains, n***a?
'Cause I'm wild than motherfuckin' bitch-n***a
Ask a snitch-n***a, how I'ma take out hits, n***a?
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, n***a, 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 n***a last week, on gang, bitch
They gon' want to put a n***a 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, n***a
That's why I came homе and bought a cave, n***a
I'm choppin' bitches down evеry day, n***a
Had him flossed up first day, on the plane, n***a
Icy, like the motherfucking A, n***a
I look like I came up off the A, n***a, woo
But, I ain't fucking Gucci Mane, n***a, woo
Big cripped up, with a motherfucking bang, n***a
Yeah, I like to stand on top a motherfucking n***a
Yeah, I'm young and I **** like, "What's poppin', n***a?"
Ha, buy a motherfucking popper, n***a
Ha, I'ma motherfuckin' pop a n***a
Ask my motherfuckin' mobber, n***a
Shot a bunch of n***as, bruh, what the fuck you claim, n***a?
She say, "Get out with your motherfucking sneaks, n***a"
She say, "Get out with your motherfucking crip n***as"
Ooh, why you know it's lit, n***a?
I came home in your bitch, n***a, rich n***a
Look, n***a, bitch-n***a
Yeah, I'm in the spot with a stick, n***a, brr
Hop out my mama name
Shot a n***a, left him dead, on my mama, gang
This n***a 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, n***a, 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