Hotspot
All you bitch boys wanna talk it out
My mama raised me to walk it out
You a stain boy let me wash it out
You got beef boy better squash it now
I'm not the one I don't play games
You pussy boy put the gun away
Fairfax nigga that's where I stay
Don't fuck with me my niggas don't play
I don't give a fuck about a nigga that's hating
My fist kiss him on cheek like them niggas was dating
Square up nigga throw that chair up you a bitch nigga
Flared up my niggas flared up you in a ditch nigga
Emotional bitch boy get out of my face
You faker than fake like a mother fucking lace
If you want beef then come get you a taste
When I'm in stance man I hit u with grace
Look at you bitch boy look at you fuck boy down on the mother fucking ground uh
Don't be a bitch boy you are not shit boy find your own mother fucking sound uh
I'm putting in work nigga what are you doing
You lazy as fuck you a bitch ass yakubian
Niggas want fame but I want your respect
You down on the ground with my foot on your neck
I'll kick your ass if you talking down
I'll kick yo ass spreading shit around
Um um well excuse
Shut the fuck up nigga you're a clown
All these niggas capping and they claiming they got red dots
When I put my dukes up ima put him in a hotspot
You niggas cant compete with me not even by a long shot
When I put my fist up ima put him in a hotspot
My mama raised me to walk it out
You a stain boy let me wash it out
You got beef boy better squash it now
I'm not the one I don't play games
You pussy boy put the gun away
Fairfax nigga that's where I stay
Don't fuck with me my niggas don't play
I don't give a fuck about a nigga that's hating
My fist kiss him on cheek like them niggas was dating
Square up nigga throw that chair up you a bitch nigga
Flared up my niggas flared up you in a ditch nigga
Emotional bitch boy get out of my face
You faker than fake like a mother fucking lace
If you want beef then come get you a taste
When I'm in stance man I hit u with grace
Look at you bitch boy look at you fuck boy down on the mother fucking ground uh
Don't be a bitch boy you are not shit boy find your own mother fucking sound uh
I'm putting in work nigga what are you doing
You lazy as fuck you a bitch ass yakubian
Niggas want fame but I want your respect
You down on the ground with my foot on your neck
I'll kick your ass if you talking down
I'll kick yo ass spreading shit around
Um um well excuse
Shut the fuck up nigga you're a clown
All these niggas capping and they claiming they got red dots
When I put my dukes up ima put him in a hotspot
You niggas cant compete with me not even by a long shot
When I put my fist up ima put him in a hotspot
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Writer(s): Timothy Bright
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