Hot (Remix)
Everything litty I love when it hot turn up the city I burned up the notch
I'm feeling like family guy gotta down bitch Louis lane
I'm spitting shit for the gang
Before we know polo was Hanes
We knew the rover was way outta range
So couple my brovahs start selling cocaine
I always knew he would make him a name
But he chose that route and it left him insane
If you so real take a charge for the game hey
I'm wit niggaaa counting up skrilla
You been a bitch my nigga I don't feel yaaaa
And bitches please stop on calling my phone
Think that I want you then you really wrong
Yeah cuz money I'm on
Do me a show then go cop me a home
And I did this by my lonnnnneee
So don't keep on calling trying get on yeah
Don't try to get on
You a get spit on
Yeah and don't make a diss song
You make a diss song I swear youll get pissed on
I'm getting disrespectful
Fuck a bitch i do not need medalll
I just want a morherfuckinh bezzle
And my nigga poppin shit like kettllleeee
Hope that he don't die with the devilllllll
I'm on the front of the line like a marching band if it's for fam don't get twisted
If you going twist it make sure that it's cap
Cuz it is a difference tween dissing and rap
I got my nigga I'm watching his back like it was a rack I put that on that
I'm playing my cards like it was black jack
I know that these niggas trynna dip from the set
I'm feeling like family guy gotta down bitch Louis lane
I'm spitting shit for the gang
Before we know polo was Hanes
We knew the rover was way outta range
So couple my brovahs start selling cocaine
I always knew he would make him a name
But he chose that route and it left him insane
If you so real take a charge for the game hey
I'm wit niggaaa counting up skrilla
You been a bitch my nigga I don't feel yaaaa
And bitches please stop on calling my phone
Think that I want you then you really wrong
Yeah cuz money I'm on
Do me a show then go cop me a home
And I did this by my lonnnnneee
So don't keep on calling trying get on yeah
Don't try to get on
You a get spit on
Yeah and don't make a diss song
You make a diss song I swear youll get pissed on
I'm getting disrespectful
Fuck a bitch i do not need medalll
I just want a morherfuckinh bezzle
And my nigga poppin shit like kettllleeee
Hope that he don't die with the devilllllll
I'm on the front of the line like a marching band if it's for fam don't get twisted
If you going twist it make sure that it's cap
Cuz it is a difference tween dissing and rap
I got my nigga I'm watching his back like it was a rack I put that on that
I'm playing my cards like it was black jack
I know that these niggas trynna dip from the set
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Writer(s): William Jennings Iv
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