Hot Rod

Hot Rod!
Ayy
I came here to chew bubble gum and kick ahh
And I'm all outta bubble gum

Ridin' roun town, and you know I got my pole wit me
Crackas pull up, go silent, me no speaky English
Bag on my head, I'm the flyest nigga in the city
Turnt that hoe straight, all I really wanted was a quickie

Ridin' roun town, and you know I got my pole wit me
Crackas pull up, go silent, me no speaky English
Bag on my head, I'm the flyest nigga in the city
Turnt that hoe straight, all I really wanted was a quickie

Movin' QP's, remember sellin' nicks and dimes
Kicked outta school, I was tryna handle mine
Locked up once, still doing the same crime
Bad ass jitt, tryna walk a straight line
Took her lil bihh, passed her on, shawty got robbed
Getting rowdy when I pipe her, Rest In Peace Hot Rod
Off top I'm with the shits, all it takes is one nod
Me and Kid Grand gotta hit, I put it "On God"
Pops taught me how to hustle, shout out to OG
Had to get it off the muscle, streets was my homie
Tired of seein moms struggle, drop some bands, no fee
Tryna stay outta trouble, but I keep it on me
Let they pussah sleep on me, Ima tuck em in
Gon make it on my own, no need to plug me in
Don't regret any choices, ain't tryna make amends
Real Flawda boy, day ones, I ain't got no friends

Ridin' roun town, and you know I got my pole wit me
Crackas pull up, go silent, me no speaky English
Bag on my head, I'm the flyest nigga in the city
Turnt that hoe straight, all I really wanted was a quickie

Ridin' roun town, and you know I got my pole wit me
Crackas pull up, go silent, me no speaky English
Bag on my head, I'm the flyest nigga in the city
Turnt that hoe straight, all I really wanted was a quickie

Best of both worlds, call me Hanna Montana
Me no speaky English, fool em all like Santa
White lil bihh, she stay in Indiana
Go to sleep ready, ion fuck wit no pajamas
Don't ever think I'm slacking bruh, best believe I keep a scrap
All about that action nigga, yessir, I'm cut like that
Movin so silent, you would think a nigga handicap
Snakes and rats don't get along, let's set up a booby trap
Said I couldn't wait to hang them gloves, man you know that's cap
Crackas pull up, wanting info, I ain't givin' crap
Stay losin' sleep, but eatin' good, that's the life to trap
For Street Flow Gang, I'll go under like a cold snap
3 Different kinda incomes, learnt how to play my cards
Flyest nigga in the city, got my own bodyguard
Smokin' everywhere I go, fuck that, wit no regard
E3 want all the fuckin smoke, that's my calling card

Ridin' roun town, and you know I got my pole wit me
Crackas pull up, go silent, me no speaky English
Bag on my head, I'm the flyest nigga in the city
Turnt that hoe straight, all I really wanted was a quickie

Ridin' roun town, and you know I got my pole wit me
Crackas pull up, go silent, me no speaky English
Bag on my head, I'm the flyest nigga in the city
Turnt that hoe straight, all I really wanted was a quickie



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Writer(s): Erick Colmenares
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