Bobby b*tch (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Bobby Shmurda]
(Girl, he got shmoney)
Bobby b*tch, make that body flip
You know I don't know karate, b*tch
We droppin' bodies, b*tch
They say shootin' is my hobby, b*tch
And I'm a problem, kid
Slide up on him with revolvers
I ain't with that arguing

[Verse 1: Bobby Shmurda & Rowdy Rebel]
You don't know they call me Bobby b*tch, oh yeah...
I'm like "Rowdy, let's go get a n*gga"
Pull up on that block and get to swishing n*ggas
Hollow tips, extended clip a n*gga
'Cause GS9, we some different n*ggas
And free my brody's out of prison n*gga
I would say all their names, but that's a list of n*ggas
Another day, another mission n*gga
A Tom Cruise just caught another victim n*gga
30 on my clip and then my nina Stephen Curry
If I roll with my Gun Squad tell 5'0 mention my sh*t curry
And we get it right there, right there, we get it right there, going up that .30
I told him get it right, get it right, better get it right, didn't knew you dirty
We savage (?)
My n*ggas, they loco
Now all types of problem
n*gga, that's a no no
'Cause I let Bobby go, go
I let Monte go, go
And I tell Jordan "Go, go"
And that's shots out that .44
I'm with Shmoney Gutta
Look at my recliner
He say he got two freestyles like me and my lil' lingo
Ask them if they ready
Take 'em to the telly
I'm a big belly road boy, that's around my belly
[Hook: Bobby Shmurda]
Bobby b*tch

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Young rich n*gga walking with shmoney
f*ck 12, got a AK on me
They tell 'em like yo little chain, look at my chain, my n*ggas like double in chain dang
I was 9, I was walking with the 9
They found them bodies b*tch
Maserati coupe with a thottie b*tch
Free GS9, free Bobby b*tch
My b*tch, she all about shmoney
Regulars ain't talking no money
Still working but I'm already rich
Why that ho keep looking at wrist?
She just wanna f*ck cuz I'm famous
Don't f*ck with the people in the kitchen, no cases
They see me, I'm changing locations
Young n*gga, I trap out of Vegas

[Bridge: Bobby Shmurda]
Bobby b*tch, make that body flip
You know I don't know karate, b*tch
We droppin' bodies, b*tch
They say shootin' is my hobby, b*tch
And I'm a problem, kid
Slide up on him with revolvers
I ain't with that arguing
You don't know they call me Bobby b*tch
[Hook]