Hot

Your bih ain't that hot
Your bih is a thot
Your bih on the clock
You sit on my glock

Sit on my glock
Go call up the doc
Run outta time
Shit go tick tock
Send her the doc
Pull up with red dot
Finna get shot
You got just caught

My shit is so hot like I call up Dubai
I need me a feature, I aint gotta lie
AK records to the brain like a drive by
Get money, no thots, these words I live by

Your bitch at my place, but she ain't got no alibi
She coming back home, but she already satisfy
Others be kids, they need to pacify
My shit is so hard, that there's no need to amplify

Money keep on stacking all up to my neck
I don't wanna bitch less she gotta blue check
If PG on the beat, then you listen what said
This one is so boring, got me asking who next

Synth is so hard, it blast off the chart
Writing some lyrics that come from my heart
Bitches love rappers who go yeah yeah yeah yeah and
The others so stupid, that I'm looking smart

You say my music crazy, on that Looney tunes shit
Your smoking that fake, on that cartoon hit, yah
Copping some fakes, I'm on that blues clues shit
I find out the truth, so you on that lose, quit

Got so much friends, I'm Winnie the Pooh
Girls come free in that red white and blue
I wanna new girl, wait maybe two
Searching for clowns like I'm scooby doo

Your bih ain't that hot
Your bih is a thot
Your bih on the clock
You sit on my glock

Sit on my glock
Go call up the doc
Run outta time
Shit go tick tock
Send her the doc
Pull up with red dot
Finna get shot
You got just caught
Your bih ain't that hot
Your bih is a thot
Your bih on the clock
You sit on my glock

Sit on my glock
Go call up the doc
Run outta time
Shit go tick tock
Send her the doc
Pull up with red dot
Finna get shot
You got just caught



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Cohen
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