Bobby Shmurda

clear, I'm shinin' like the sun, man Pistol toe to budge in my t-shirt every time I drum, hey You can't pick the wrong one, everybody lit this chopper game Tell me if it's to the no screamin' Hey man, say man, bitch you gave it Bitch you givin' it, it's not the

same thing I just gave it, they talkin' bout it's givin' I walk with a limp, I'm pickin' Just made two meals, just chillin' They thinkin' I fell off, they trippin' Put a bow on that pussy, it's guilty He braggin', he fuckin' a biggie He said so tight, he be grippin' But I'm not in it, baby, you trippin' Bitch comin' for me, who gassed it? I put a bitch right on my platter Whole track's a lil' suit me, I passed it Thought the world might hold thing faster Bitch, I'm playin' that ho, stop cappin' Holdin' strength to hate her from clappin' I been started before I went plaid I don't stand out my shit, what's happenin'? Can't lie, I got it on I'm fresh from the floor, nigga As soon as I walk through the door Told Shmurda to pull up, nigga You put glow to pee on the track Just know it's gon' go up, nigga Don't matter how late I be As long as I show up, nigga Dizzle down, the kids all hit the stizzle Get a blunt, man Pop out with that dog shit, that's just how we stunt He look, he took, that's the end of the book, and now that nigga's drunk All my diamonds super clear,

I'm shinin' like the sun, man Pilsner told a pudge in my t-shirt every time I drum, hey You can't pick the wrong one, everybody let that chopper gang to the north screaming hey man say man bitch you gave it bitch you giving it it's not the same thing and all them hunters don't make you real nigga i know rats with some money and that kill don't make you gangster nigga i know snitches with body see them hands my juice i was a motherfucker for fame you ain't made no name and all this time bitch you gonna die lame i been gg since elementary My city ain't one to sell my gang, now it's a household name Who run Memphis? Brr gang I got rich ho, gun slangin' Body drop, they get the name And me and them smackers, I bang with I can pimp a renegade, see, I can sell a tub soap Four-five full of bald heads, my bullets look like doodle-o BJ blew up short at four when we found out he was chum-o Fresh out the feds, but they still watchin' Twist up my fingers and pose, I had two options Take the charge or get us hit with a Rico I rap, but I still shoot And all my forearms got polished toes All my gyros rose gold, fight night in Vegas on front row Chinchilla, Frank, Lucas, Coach Spectra came with stars in the dough

Gizzo down the gizzo, hit the stizzo, get a bunt, man Pop out with that dog, shit, that's just how we stunt, man He look, he took, that's the end of the book, and now that nigga's brunt, man All my diamonds super clear, I'm shining like the

You know, like, I remember...

I remember like Bobby Shmurda and GS9 kind of starting what, like, you know, like the first, the very first wave of like what we would come to know as drill, which then eventually made its way over to Chicago and then Herbo and them picked it up.

And then that went over to the UK and then that got, I mean, you know, y'all mutated it the way you did.

And then it comes back over here and then it gets mutated even further, like through kind of, Yeah, yeah, no, and then getting into, like, sample drill and everything that Cash Cobain and them did, like, him and Shawny Bin Laden and all these guys, and just, like, seeing the way that, like, drill in particular, like, at the very least, sonically, is the way it's, like, adapted and transformed over the last, uh, Shit, like 20 years, basically.

could go do 15.

Remember Nick was saying the same thing about Bobby Shmurda?

We

wasn't saying the same shit about Bobby Shmurda? Yes.

Was we not saying the same shit about Bobby? No, it's

different.

way.

And then Dirk...

bro.

Even though that's not true because Bobby Shmurda got everybody locked up.

Oh yeah, I know.

Literally.