Bobby Shmurda

Bobby Shmurda - Hot Nigga lyrics

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Hot Hot Hot Hot

I truly am some hot nigga, I'm some hot nigga (hot nigga)

Like I talk to Shayse when I shot niggas

Like you seen ‘em twirl then he drop, nigga

And we keep them 9 millis on my block, nigga

And Monte weep it on him, he done dropped niggas

And he be willing, he some hot nigga

Tones known to get busy with them glocks, nigga

Try to run down and you can catch a shot, nigga!

Running through these checks till I pass out (pass out)

Your Shawty gave me neck till I pass out

I swear to God, all I do is cash out!

And if you ain't a hoe, get up out my trap house!

I been selling crack since like the 5th grade

Really never made no difference what the shit made

Ja-ja taught me flip them packs and how to maintain

Get that money back and spend it on the same thing!

Shawty like the way that I ball out (ball out)

I be getting money till I fall out (fall out)

You talking cash, dog, I goes all out

Shawty love the way that I floss out.

Free breezy thou, let all of my dogs out (dogs out)

Mama said no pussy cats inside my dog house (nigga)

That's what got my daddy locked up in the dog pound, ha!

Free breezy thou , let all of my dogs out

We gon pull up in that hooptie like we cops on em

With the 16s, we gonna put some shots on ‘em!

I send a lil' dwag, to send the drop on ‘em

She gon call me up and I'mma sick the hots on 'im

Grimey savage, that's what we are

Grimey shootas dressed in G-Star

GS9, I go so hard but GS for my gun squad

And bitch if it's a problem we gon' gun brawl

Shots popping out the AR

I'm with Trigger, I'm with Rasha, I'm with A-Raw

Broad daylight, and we gonna let them things bark.

Tell them niggas free meeshie, hoe

Some way, free Breezy, hoe

And tell my niggas, Shmurda teaming, ho

Bitch caught a body about a week ago!

Fuck 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)

Niggas got me on my bully yo

I'mma run up, put that gun on 'em (gun on 'em)

I'mma run up, go dumb on 'em (dumb on 'em)

Niggas got me on that young shit (young shit)

Got me on that go dumb shit (dumb shit)

[Outro:]

Got me on that dumb shit, man!

Trap moving, motherfucker!

Hotter than a bitch!

Hey yo, poor up! I need some more drink!

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