Remy Ma - Hottest b**h On The Market lyrics

[Remy Ma] You already know its not a game when the guns is clappin See its hard to scream for help when ya lungs collapsing You was standing there laughing, yapping, acting as if it couldn't happen And ya a** got popped You the type to go to jail when ya a** get popped Little f*ggot a** snitch start talking to the cops So sad n***as is crabs and b**hes is p**y Qnd my trigger fingers itching n***a dare u to push me You can find me any day hoodie down in the boogie Bronx Pounds of the brown, right on the Boulevard Yeah Remy Ma n***a, whats good really thought I wasn't the Type to squeeze the mac milly I hop off the bike and smack a b**h silly Cuz I asked for a Dutch and she bought me a Philly oh I'm so nasty moving at a fast speed with no intentions on stopping so how u gone pa** me?