Bobby Shmurda Living Life

[Verse 1 – Bobby Shmurda:]

Let me tell you I’m conceited, bitch, I don’t need a bitch

They be begging me to breed a bitch, but I can’t keep a bitch

You know me, right after I beat it bitch, Imma leave it, bitch

I ain’t even with the screaming shit, Imma freeze a bitch

Then ask Monte where my sneakers went, with the Beamer whip

Shooting niggas front of Keisha crib, right where Keisha live

Homie, tell me if you need a shift, I’m at Rita crib

CC2’s like every weekend, bitch, ain’t no sleeping this

Let me tell you ’bout my reckless life

I was selling white, homies ’bout to cause some wreck tonight

Ain’t no check tonight, police looking for us left to right

Ain’t no rest tonight, we on the run until the check is right

You get the message, aight?

[Hook x2 – Rowdy Rebel:]

Now what you know about that kitchen life

When we was pitching white?

People saying that our vision right, but we ain’t living right

I told Bobby keep that pistol tight the way we living life

Niggas turn into that jealous type when you start living life

[Verse 2 – Rowdy Rebel:]

I’m living life like a boss

Bitch, take a photo and get busy with a star

I’m living large so don’t know the total to my car

But I just know that shit real fast when it start

Shit, watch me take off, I’m a fool, I’m a dog

I’m a nigga that make music for a job

I’ll drop a bomb on your big body cars

Nigga, what you thought? Bitch, I’m Rowdy, I go hard

With 30 bands then I blow it on the squad

Give a little bit of Shmoney to my moms

Remember when that nigga used to jugg and rob

Now we living large

[Hook x2 – Rowdy Rebel]

Bobby Shmurda Worldwide Nigga

[Hook – Ty Real & Bobby Shmurda:]

I went to worldwide nigga from the block

I was fuckin’ with some tools

(I was fuckin’ some BLAW!)

Now I’m a worldwide nigga from the block

And I’m fuckin’ with some jewels

(I be fuckin’ with some)

I’m a worldwide nigga

On the block, I was moving six to twos

(I was moving six to twos, nigga)

The whole world know Bobby

They don’t wanna meet the nigga Chewy true

[Verse 1 – Bobby Shmurda:]

Trap digits, crack picture

I was pack flippin’

Cash gettin’, mad different

I was fast living

Mama always told me ’bout my bad living

Now days niggas say I act different

But fuck a case, my niggas still pack Smith &’s

And fuck the J’s, my niggas do bag flippin’

And if they blowin’ gray, my niggas gon’ clash with ’em

Shoot ops broad day, my niggas is mad with it

[Hook – Ty Real & Bobby Shmurda]

[Verse 2 – Bobby Shmurda:]

Goon nigga, wroom nigga

Here come chewy, you better move nigga, move quicker

Oh, let me tell you ’bout that lose nigga, crew nigga

Robbin’ niggas at the school, nigga

First I check yo pockets, then yo homies, and you boom nigga

Boom nigga, let’s go to war, let see you crew thicker

Shoot quicker, I run around with a few niggas

You niggas know ’bout my shmurders, we will move niggas

Fool niggas, keep playin’ wild like the school, nigga

So play with mines, we gon’ leave you on the news, nigga

They askin’ why chewy shot him on the stoop nigga

Wasn’t they friends? Man, I thought them boy’s cool, nigga

But in the end, you ain’t really know the truth, nigga

(He ain’t know)

He is talkin’ to the woop, nigga

(He ain’t know)

Woop nigga, woop woop

Woop nigga, woop woop

Woop nigga, woop woop

Bobby Shmurda Hot Nigga (Remix)

[Intro: Fabolous]

Niggas got me on my Brooklyn shit

Aye, what I told ’em? I said

Being hot get you the MVP

Stayin’ hot get you the hall of fame

It’s Loso (Brooklyn forever!)

Shmurda, what up, son?

Brooklyn, what up, son? Huh?

[Verse 1: Fabolous]

Yo, I hit my shmoney dance when I caught the lick

I hit my shmoney dance when I caught ya chick

I Bobby Shmurdered that when she came ’round

Threw the hat up in the air, it never came down

And I just caught that body like a week ago

Real quick, click clack, get to freakin’, ho

She want some hot nigga chillin’ out in Mykonos

Or thot niggas all summer, every weekend, ho

I ain’t no killer but don’t push me, yo

I had ’em killers in yo’ bushes, yo

Them trick niggas splurge on the pussy, yo

You give me one day, I’ll Purge on that pussy, yo

You ain’t seen these kicks since like the fifth grade

Back when Bo Jackson and Ken Griffey played

On my 90s flow, nigga, Young OG shit

On my GSC, Meet the Family shit

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]

Can’t hold you forever, you gon’ get a date

Tell ’em free my nigga Critter Mate

Hold ya head to all my niggas in the state

D-Block, GS9, nigga, get it straight

Got the semi and fully on me

Gloves, mask and a hoodie on me

Case we need to steal a V, I got the pully on me

I know you shocked, right? They got me on bully, homie

It’s fake love cause they really hatin’

For my downfall, they really waitin’

Hundred yardies, a hundred Haitians

I’m a hot nigga by affiliation

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]

Look, fresh up out the county, I done did a lil bid

Let the popos run up on me, I won’t tell them coppers shit

All this money in my pocket, you might think I sold a brick

I got four hoes and some Hen, some low pros on my Benz

And if I catch that nigga slippin’, I’m a shut him down

Let my homies separate his body, call that Seven Pounds

Better cool out, I’m nice with the hands

You keep talking that shit, I’ll knock you out

A nigga be pickin’ you up off of the ground for thinkin’ you 2Pac

And shawty give me neck till I pass out

And she just gettin’ checks cause her ass out

Makin’ money, gotta be the fast route

Bitch, if you ain’t fuckin’, better get yo’ ass out

[Verse 4: Rowdy Rebel]

Pow! Pow! That chopper make him Diddy Bop

Free Slice Billy, let my billy rock

And free a billi, let a billi out

When Flex drop a bomb on us, watch the city rock

Made Diddy shmoney dance right on Biggie block

Make him bring a hundred bands and the city out

When Fresh pull up in that brand new yop

Watch me slide off with’ ya thot cause I’m worth about a milli now

Niggas think cause we dancin’ ’round, niggas won’t get shot

That’s Bobby Shmurda, not Bobby Brown, known to pop up on the block

These pussy niggas better calm it down, get the same drop from that thot

And these fuck niggas don’t come around cause they know they gon’ get shot

[Verse 5: Busta Rhymes]

Fuck around and get ya shit popped

Like hanging out too long on 91st and Winthrop

See, you the type to probably get got

See, this where all the fuckery nigga shit stop

Shawty climb this money mountain to the tip-top (get it)

Throw a hundred fifty on my wrist (watch)

Stayed with the heat, they call me Chris Bosh

Angry cause niggas see me leavin’ the bitch block

Shout my nigga Web, shout my nigga Luger

Free my nigga Smiles, free my nigga Scooter

I suggest you probably pray to Buddha

Conglomerate and GS9 niggas full of shooters

[Verse 6: Yo Gotti]

Let’s talk about a hot nigga

My dogs’ll sit and watch, nigga

Fuck the judge, we never cop, nigga

Who the first to bring that Lambo on the block, nigga?

Poppin’ Aces in the studio with’ Bobby ‘nem

Before all the labels started callin’ him

Cause bitch, I understand him cause I’m one of them

So know you hatin’ on me if you hatin’ on them

Mystery shooters, that’s who we are

Made a million out a glass jar

Cocaine, I got dope bars

My nigga Snootie just caught a gun charge

Fuck a law, we gon’ ride strapped, bitch

We be bout that beef, fuck that rap shit

And free my nigga Meek, I’m on my Philly shit

And my New York bitch so dark but she Dominican

[Verse 7: Bobby Shmurda]

Grimy savage, that’s who we are

Grimy shooters dressed in G-Star

GS9, I go so hard

But GS for my Gun Squad

And bitch, 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-Raw

Broad daylight and we gon’ let them thangs bark

Tell them niggas free Meeshie, ho

Some way, free Breezy, ho

And tell my niggas Shmurda teamin’, ho

Mitch caught a body about a week ago

Fuck with’ us and then we tweakin’, ho

Run up on that nigga, get to squeezin’, ho

Everybody catchin’ bullet holes

Niggas got me on my bully, yo

I’m a run up, put that gun on him

I’m a run up, go dumb on him

Niggas got me on that young shit

Got me on that go dumb shit

[Outro: Bobby Shmurda]

Got me on that go dumb shit, man

Trap mode in this muhfucka, hotter than a bitch

Ayo, pour up, I need some more drank

Bobby Shmurda Wipe The Case Away


I’m tired of muthafucking lawyer fees

I’m tired of these muthafucking court dates

I’m tired of seeing this judge

[Pre-Hook – Ty Real:]

Why they want to pin a felly on me?

I ain’t did nothing

They acting like they got the dime on me

Muthafuckers bluffing

[Hook – Ty Real:]

I let my lawyer wipe that case away

Oh, he wiped that case away

I let me lawyer wipe that case away

Oh, he wiped that case away

[Verse 1 – Bobby Shmurda:]

I told my lawyer, “I got 40 on me

Is you trying to go to court for me?”

These niggas trying to put a charge on me

Why they wanna lock dudes up

Why they wanna put some fraud on me?

They said I ran with a tudge on me

My momma prayed to the Lord for me

While my niggas go to war for me

My daddy paid the price hard for me

He was trying to live life large for me

He ran the whole nine yards for me

And we was driving niggas 54 for grease

We was in the courthouse oftenly

Even though they see a star in a nigga

The feds and sargeants still bother a nigga



[Verse 2 – Bobby Shmurda:]

Blow that case away, b-blow that case away

So I went and stashed 100K just for a rainy day

Niggas play, we letting semis spray, I catch a Fendi case

I dropped that body ‘fore I hit the gate

That’s on my granny’s grave

My momma glad a nigga changed his ways

I was in and out of drama each and every day

We was flipping selling hard at my mama place

Nigga we was trapping hard like it was ’88

First of the month, know that is my favorite day

Girl, when you come, know that I’mma let you stay

Girl, give me some, ‘fore they try to take me away

I don’t even know how long they gonna make me stay


[Hook x2]

Bobby Shmurda Hot Nigga

Jahlil Beats Holla at me

In Chewy, I’m some hot nigga

Like I talk to Shyste when I shot niggas

Like you seen em twirl then he drop, nigga

And We Keep them 9 millis on my block, nigga

And Monte Keep it on him, he done dropped niggas

And Trigger he be wilding, he some hot nigga

Tones known to get busy with them Glocks, nigga

Try to run down and you can catch a shot, nigga

Running through these checks ’til I pass out

Your shorty gave me neck ’til I pass out

I swear to God, all I do is cash out

And if you ain’t a hoe, get up out my trap house

I been selling crack since like the 5th grade

Really never made no difference what the shit made

Jaja taught me flip them packs and how to maintain

Get that money back and spend it on the same thing

Shorty like the way that I ball out

I be getting money ’til I fall out

You talking 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 pussy cats inside my dog house

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 M16s, 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 bitch if there’s a problem we gon’ gun brawl

Shots popping ‘out The AR

I’m with Trigger, I’m with Rasha, I’m with A-Raw

Broad daylight and we gon’ let them things bark

Tell them niggas free Meeshie, hoe

Someway, Free Breezy, hoe

And tell my niggas, Shmurda teaming, hoe

Mitch caught a body ’bout a week ago

Fuck with us and then we tweaking, hoe

Run up on that nigga get to squeezing, hoe

Everybody catching bullet holes

Niggas 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

Niggas got me on that young shit

Got me on that go dumb shit

Got me on that go dumb shit, man

Trap mode in this motherfucker, hotter than a bitch

Ayo, pour up, I need some more drinks