Hit Me

[Verse 1: Remy Ma]

Why would I display the 7 put you a nigga news

When I can spray the desert take a nigga out his shoes

See these niggas mad pussy, and these pussies mad loose

Cuz they been getting fucked and pimped like prostitutes

And still your crew so soft I ain't even gotta shoot

I can punch you in your face, put the footage on Youtube

Whats wrong with you, you ain't part of the crew see

If you ain't the rapper then your a male groupie

(yup yup yup)

The girl so Gucci, the Princess of Pucci

Lately they been calling me Lady Louis

The Vuitton vixen, female Fendi

Shorty Chanel Rodeo Drive Remy

I'm fresh but what you expect

Yes I take cash , credit,  and personal checks

Oh yeah I'm a bastard

When I shop I ask the cashier if she want paper or plastic

[Verse 2: Remy Ma]

Shesus Khryst tell me who's fucking with me

And if shes so nice tell that bitch to come and get me

The Queen of NY I gets busy

I got a Ace and a 9 and I'm still like (Hit me)

Get me got me

You can't stop me because I'ma go-getter

If you need that snow, then my name cold weather

See I keep that white girl, Christina Aguilera

Whip proper, Betty Crocker (no one can do it better)

No need to argue or debate it

I'm like Floyd you should appreciate me sparring with these haters

You ain't never been the best, and you far from the greatest

You like Mayweather father , you swear to God that you made us

I read the website pages and they saying I'm the illest bitch

You look like a puppet and you need a ventriloquist

These females are fans, these guys are groupies

So I'ma let you star in your own movie

Then I'ma (shoot at you actors like movie directors)