Hot Nigga (DatPiff Exclusive) - Problem/Bobby Shmurda

Lyrics by：Problem

Composed by：Problem

Young chachi be that hot n***a

Even my sister's with the s**t I seen her sock n***as

D cole fiends suck 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' s**t is cherry bomb

Do my stuff take a flight I'm on american

First class 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 death bro bro you can smell the s**t stains

Not 'cause I'm hard

I had to prove his a*s 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 passed 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**k 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

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 pass out

And shorty give me neck 'til I pass 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 s**t 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**k 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 s**t

Got me on that go dumb s**t

Got me on that go dumb s**t man

Trap mode in this motherf**ker hotter than a b***h

Ayo pour up I need some more drank