Problem - Hot n***a (Remix) lyrics

[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