[Intro: Problem]
My n***a, Jus
Oh my God, I'm f**in' focused
Chach'
[Verse 1: Problem]
Young Chachi be that hot n***a
Even my sister's with the sh**s, I seen her sock n***as
D. Cole, fiends s** it up like Popsicles
Young gunnas pull up busting off a tricycle
Clear the scene, turn your block into a ghost town
They all gone, all you talkin' to is ghosts now
No losses, n***a, all we know is victories
Need a pound? I had him meet me right on Century
He said, "How much you got?" I told him, "Barry Bond"
Loud and it's boomin', sh** is cherry bomb
Do my stuff, take a flight, I'm on American
First cla**, three ounces in the carry-on
b**h, I been the n***a since the fifth grade
When I ran up on Big Jason with the switchblade
He scared to d**h, bro bro, you can smell the sh** stains
Not ‘cause I'm hard, I had to prove his a** was b**h-made
I'm hungry, I wonder what your b**h made (She cooking)
Key word, we ain't bothered by the shift change
Diamond Lane Republic, all in NY, thuggin'
My guys, Jeezy and Young and Mase swoop up in something foreign
Hop up in them 'Raris then we smash out
Just see your b**h behind, she got her pa**ed out
Five figure discount before I take a handout
Park the 'Raris, we about to pull the Lams out
Free Miller, though, young cracking my n***a, Hoota
Release date coming soon, I pray you see it sooner
Young Nick rollin' up J's, my n***a, lucky sleep
My new b**h push a Jeep, I f** her twice a week
No, we don't do Felice, my meals is takeout
Stash rules, put more in than what you take out
We out here clocking Feragamos with the lace out
b**hes watching like the police on a stakeout
Yo, n***a, you's a mark like Sanchez
Cali king, I ain't talking 'bout no mattress
And your b**h a ho, I treat her like a sneaker show
Had her on the king, coming like a week ago
[Verse 2: Bobby Shmurda]
I'm Chewy, I'm some hot n***a
Like I talk to Shyste when I shot n***as
Like you seen him twirl then he drop, n***a
And we keep 'em nine millis on my block, n***a
And Monte keep it on him, he done dropped n***as
And Trigger he be wildin', he some hot n***a
Tones known to get busy with 'em Glocks, n***a
Try to run down and you can catch a shot, n***a
Runnin' through these checks 'til I pa** out
And shorty give me neck 'til I pa** out
I swear to God, all I do is cash out
And if you ain't a ho, get up out my trap house
I been sellin' crack since like the fifth grade
Really never made no difference what the sh** made
Jaja taught me flip 'em packs and how to maintain
Get that money back and spend it on the same thing
Shawty like the way that I ball out
I be gettin' money 'til I fall out
You talkin' cash, dog, I goes all out
Shorty love the way that I floss out
Free Greezy though, let all of my dogs out
Mama said no p**y cats inside my doghouse
That's what got my daddy locked up in the dog pound
Free Phantom though, let all of my dogs out
We gon' pull up in that hooptie, like we cops on 'em
With M16's, we gon' put some shots on 'em
I send a lil thot to send the drop on 'em
She gon' call me up and I'm a sick the hots on 'em
Grimey savage, that's what we are
Grimey shooters dressed in G-Star
GS9, I go so hard
But GS for my gun squad
And b**h if it's a problem we gon' gun brawl
Shots poppin' out the AR
I'm with Trigger, I'm with Rasha, I'm with A-Rod
Broad daylight and we gon' let 'em things bark
Tell 'em n***as free Meeshie, ho
Some way, free Breezy, ho
And tell my n***as, Shmurda teamin', ho
Mitch caught a body about a week ago
f** with us and then we tweakin', ho
Run up on that n***a, get to squeezin', ho
Everybody catching bullet holes
n***as got me on my bully, yo
I'm a run up, put that gun on 'em
I'm a run up, go dumb on 'em
n***as got me on that young sh**
Got me on that go dumb sh**
[Outro: Bobby Shmurda]
Got me on that go dumb sh**, man
Trap mode in this motherf**er, hotter than a b**h
Ayo, pour up, I need some more drank