Smack Papoose (Ft. Remy Ma)

[Verse 1: Remy-Ma]
Remy-Ma
I grew up with the killas’
100 dolla’ billas’
My mob roll deep
We ain’t go no feelings
Chip up on your shoulder
I guess you got a point to prove
I would put you little bitched on the 10 o’clock news
Wait, see I’m always on my shit
Yah big homie on my dick
You a clown and he a trick
See I know I got that drip
I be rolling with the clique
I put Rollie’s on their risk
You just a phony little bitch
I got the homies in the whip and they gunnas (gunnas)
I give you ho’s seven winters and six summers
Making moves in the street
How my wolves eat the sheep
All y’all bitches straight pussies
Say somethin’ (ah!)
Ride on them in a second
You must got death wish
My nigga’s is hungry you lookin’ like breakfast
Y’all niggas be texting, y’all think that’s a weapon
Spray your momma crib now that’s how you send a message
Ante up, ante up
Yep before you necklace
Nigga that’s a heckla’
You gotta respect it
Bitch I made a movie, put that shit on Netflix
You be talking gangsta
But you were selected
Said you run a set bitch
Now you tryna set trip
I’m calling you pussy, you calling detectives
Hit you in your chest quick
That’s what I call a breast lift
Had to move a body
That what I call a deadlift