Hot / Cold
Ain't no turning back
Caught me dead in the act
Swear I keep fucking up
But she still take me back
Cuz I got what she want
And her last nigga wack
Uh
That boy was cold I'm hot
Running with me why not
You the bomb bitch blew up my spot
I can't trip about hate if you ain't who I love
But fuck you still hope you rot
Bitch you'll never know what I got
I'm going Astro but I'm not a Scott
Noob you can't run with me boy you a bot
She hit my phone and I skip in her box
Chill out Skippy
She just hip my phone tryna get jiggy
If I'm Kermit she tryna be my Ms. Piggy
But I'll leave a bitch here I don't care
Cuz it really ain't no biggy
Ion got time
For distractions so why am I at your door
And your not mine
But you cross my mind it's internal war
Are you divine
Cuz you play with my love weld it like a sword
Would you rock with me still if the kid was poor
I got fears that that just weigh on my spinal cord
Ain't no turning back
Caught me dead in the act
Swear I keep fucking up
But she still take me back
Cuz I got what she want
And her last nigga wack
Uh
That boy was cold I'm hot
Running with me why not
You the bomb bitch blew up my spot
I can't trip about hate if you ain't who I love
But fuck you still hope you rot
Touch the top, I done came from the bottom
Yeah that boy gone he was crazy I shot him
Double the cup or just pass me the bottle
Empty the clip now he sleeping on hollows
Distinguish the F's Are they fans or Follows
Boy you best swerve you In danger those potholes
Fuck all the problems and dangers you put me in
No you not full you like quarter tank only 10
Coming for you but you wont even know when
Set this shit off now I got this bitch roasting
I'm in the league and I'm doing it coasting
Raising the pressure now you feeling closed in
Switching the vibe and we moving
Now they feeling the energy
Gotta keep watch for my enemies
Do what I want baby rock the room
You ain't my bride baby find yo groom
LOD lock down liege of doom
Lil bitch was witch show me where ya broom
She ask me where I wanna go to the moon
I need some space back up need some room
There's lies in yo words cant listen yo tune
I'm more like a goblin you like a goon
I'm more like a goblin you like a bitch
You already doing too much so just shut up
If you talking crazy get gun down not cut up
808 Clapping get left in the gutta
Or fuck it just leave yo bitch ass in the road
This shit here need to know only
Try it I keep a pole on me
Kill em all leave em feeling lonely
Kill em all leave em
Just like this
Got me feeling real warm when the night kiss
Got me shooting in the dark but I wont miss
I'm do what it take I ain't spineless
But I think for myself I ain't mindless
Feeling devilish living here timeless
Tasmanian maniac one of a kind I'm original
Bet you can't find this
Ain't no turning back
Caught me dead in the act
Swear I keep fucking up
But she still take me back
Cuz I got what she want
And her last nigga wack
Uh
That boy was cold I'm hot
Running with me why not
You the bomb bitch blew up my spot
I can't trip about hate if you ain't who I love
But fuck you still hope you rot
That boy was cold I'm hot
Running with me why not
You the bomb bitch blew up my spot
I can't trip about hate if you ain't who I love
But fuck you still hope you rot
Caught me dead in the act
Swear I keep fucking up
But she still take me back
Cuz I got what she want
And her last nigga wack
Uh
That boy was cold I'm hot
Running with me why not
You the bomb bitch blew up my spot
I can't trip about hate if you ain't who I love
But fuck you still hope you rot
Bitch you'll never know what I got
I'm going Astro but I'm not a Scott
Noob you can't run with me boy you a bot
She hit my phone and I skip in her box
Chill out Skippy
She just hip my phone tryna get jiggy
If I'm Kermit she tryna be my Ms. Piggy
But I'll leave a bitch here I don't care
Cuz it really ain't no biggy
Ion got time
For distractions so why am I at your door
And your not mine
But you cross my mind it's internal war
Are you divine
Cuz you play with my love weld it like a sword
Would you rock with me still if the kid was poor
I got fears that that just weigh on my spinal cord
Ain't no turning back
Caught me dead in the act
Swear I keep fucking up
But she still take me back
Cuz I got what she want
And her last nigga wack
Uh
That boy was cold I'm hot
Running with me why not
You the bomb bitch blew up my spot
I can't trip about hate if you ain't who I love
But fuck you still hope you rot
Touch the top, I done came from the bottom
Yeah that boy gone he was crazy I shot him
Double the cup or just pass me the bottle
Empty the clip now he sleeping on hollows
Distinguish the F's Are they fans or Follows
Boy you best swerve you In danger those potholes
Fuck all the problems and dangers you put me in
No you not full you like quarter tank only 10
Coming for you but you wont even know when
Set this shit off now I got this bitch roasting
I'm in the league and I'm doing it coasting
Raising the pressure now you feeling closed in
Switching the vibe and we moving
Now they feeling the energy
Gotta keep watch for my enemies
Do what I want baby rock the room
You ain't my bride baby find yo groom
LOD lock down liege of doom
Lil bitch was witch show me where ya broom
She ask me where I wanna go to the moon
I need some space back up need some room
There's lies in yo words cant listen yo tune
I'm more like a goblin you like a goon
I'm more like a goblin you like a bitch
You already doing too much so just shut up
If you talking crazy get gun down not cut up
808 Clapping get left in the gutta
Or fuck it just leave yo bitch ass in the road
This shit here need to know only
Try it I keep a pole on me
Kill em all leave em feeling lonely
Kill em all leave em
Just like this
Got me feeling real warm when the night kiss
Got me shooting in the dark but I wont miss
I'm do what it take I ain't spineless
But I think for myself I ain't mindless
Feeling devilish living here timeless
Tasmanian maniac one of a kind I'm original
Bet you can't find this
Ain't no turning back
Caught me dead in the act
Swear I keep fucking up
But she still take me back
Cuz I got what she want
And her last nigga wack
Uh
That boy was cold I'm hot
Running with me why not
You the bomb bitch blew up my spot
I can't trip about hate if you ain't who I love
But fuck you still hope you rot
That boy was cold I'm hot
Running with me why not
You the bomb bitch blew up my spot
I can't trip about hate if you ain't who I love
But fuck you still hope you rot
Credits
Writer(s): Kier Ramar
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