Hott

Shit get hot
My heart get colder
Bad lil bih cc on her shoulder
Can't fuck wit you
You don't meet my quota
Came in the game wit a chip
On my shoulder
Cant play the games
Cuz a nigga getting older
Nowadays switching lanes
When I'm in the rover
Aint talking drake
The way I control her
I remember days
When I had the Motorola
Shit get hot
My heart get colder
Bad lil bih cc on her shoulder
Can't fuck wit you
You don't meet my quota
Came in the game wit a chip
On my shoulder
Cant play the games
Cuz a nigga getting older
Nowadays switching lanes
When I'm in the rover
Aint talking drake
The way I control her
I remember days
When I had the Motorola

Can't fuck wit 5s
Only fucking wit 10s
Get a milli
Then I do it again
Is it wrong
I want you and ya friend
Left the show
Wit a few in the Benz
Cop some diamonds
Put a few in my lens
Said you love me
Moment ruined again
I ain't trippin
Cuz I got it
Oh you switching
Yeah I got it
All my bitches be exotic
Taking pictures wit the pilot
First class I need space
I broke the glass on the face
Fuck it bought another face
A nigga on a paper chase
I got bank like I'm chase
Blue bunnies in a safe
New money in a case
Take it back to the base
I'll be gone for some days

Shit get hot
My heart get colder
Bad lil bih cc on her shoulder
Can't fuck wit you
You don't meet my quota
Came in the game wit a chip
On my shoulder
Cant play the games
Cuz a nigga getting older
Now a days switching lanes
When I'm in the rover
Aint talking drake
The way I control her
I remember days
When I had the Motorola
Shit get hot
My heart get colder
Bad lil bih cc on her shoulder
Cant fuck wit you
You don't meet my quota
Came in the game wit a chip
On my shoulder
Cant play the games
Cuz a nigga getting older
Now a days switching lanes
When I'm in the rover
Aint talking drake
The way I control her
I remember days
When I had the Motorola

Lf put the a in the middle
Say ya hate me
But ya love me a little
Bitch I'm balling
Way more than a dribble
They tongue tied
Like I'm saying a riddle
Like a chef
They way I'm serving the smoke
You cant be serious
You boys are a joke
You ain't gang
If you told on the folks
You claim you balling
But its really a haul
Celebrating
Its way more than a toast
Got some bitches
Getting lit on a boat
Saying my name
Then its murda she wrote
Gucci store
I just splurged on some coats
Talk out ya neck
And im cutting ya throat
Cutting a check
And I split wit the gang
In it for life
I cant switch on the gang
We just fucked
Cant remember her name

Shit get hot
My heart get colder
Bad lil bih cc on her shoulder
Cant fuck wit you
You don't meet my quota
Came in the game wit a chip
On my shoulder
Cant play the games
Cuz a nigga getting older
Now a days switching lanes
When I'm in the rover
Aint talking drake
The way I control her
I remember days
When I had the Motorola



Credits
Writer(s): Myles Meyazi
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