The Devil Called
I'm the hottest in the city
In the city thats the hottest
While I'm smoking on exotics
Bitch I'm wavy like the tropics, I
Think they want my soul to die
The devil called, hell nah is what I told the guy
He said I'll give you everything I said I'm good off that
If I gotta sell my soul I guess I'm good off rap
I'm a go to the trap I'm a pick up a pack
I'm a break that bitch down I'm a make it right back
Then I'm a make a play on 69th Ave
I don't want to play just want to get me a bag
Don't know what else to say I'm happy leaving you sad
Turo just left the bank with a handful of cash
She said where you finna go he buying crypto
Crypto
Blue hunnids on me baby but I ain't a crip though
Shorty fucking on me like a nympho
I got a chopper with the scope, but I'm shooting from the hip though
I am not a pimp but I'm walking with a limp though
And I need my slice I ain't talking bout Kimbo
Talking bout bimbo and I need it 10 fold
Feds run up in the spot, that shit been sold
I'm hot and I'm high I gotta keep it lowkey
Smoking on cake, used to be OG
I can't be local all my packs OT
Bitch I sing like Michael, and my raps OD
I'm the hottest in the city
In the city thats the hottest
While I'm smoking on exotics
Bitch I'm wavy like the tropics, I
Think they want my soul to die
The devil called, hell nah is what I told the guy
I'm the hottest in the city
In the city thats the hottest
While I'm smoking on exotics
Bitch I'm wavy like the tropics, I
Think they want my soul to die
The devil called, hell nah is what I told the guy
I told him No
I told him first of all I'm not a hoe
I might sip for the day so the syrup got me slow
I could do this all day I could do it til it snow
And I live in Arizona how far can you go
I'm a hop up on a plane for the low
Matter fact I know a nigga that'll book it for a Fo
Oh you want his name and number
Well his names John Doe
1-800, Matter fact I don't even fucking know
Uhhh
I'm the hottest in the city and this ain't even the hook
Write his story on the beat, but this ain't even the book
And you know I got that dope, but this ain't even a cook
When I pull up in that ghost, I'm gon be leaving 'em shook
I'm the hottest in the city
In the city thats the hottest
While I'm smoking on exotics
I'm a switch it on some hot shit
If you listen to my music its like popping a Suboxone
And I bet it pop you back I bet it pop you like you boxing
TURO
In the city thats the hottest
While I'm smoking on exotics
Bitch I'm wavy like the tropics, I
Think they want my soul to die
The devil called, hell nah is what I told the guy
He said I'll give you everything I said I'm good off that
If I gotta sell my soul I guess I'm good off rap
I'm a go to the trap I'm a pick up a pack
I'm a break that bitch down I'm a make it right back
Then I'm a make a play on 69th Ave
I don't want to play just want to get me a bag
Don't know what else to say I'm happy leaving you sad
Turo just left the bank with a handful of cash
She said where you finna go he buying crypto
Crypto
Blue hunnids on me baby but I ain't a crip though
Shorty fucking on me like a nympho
I got a chopper with the scope, but I'm shooting from the hip though
I am not a pimp but I'm walking with a limp though
And I need my slice I ain't talking bout Kimbo
Talking bout bimbo and I need it 10 fold
Feds run up in the spot, that shit been sold
I'm hot and I'm high I gotta keep it lowkey
Smoking on cake, used to be OG
I can't be local all my packs OT
Bitch I sing like Michael, and my raps OD
I'm the hottest in the city
In the city thats the hottest
While I'm smoking on exotics
Bitch I'm wavy like the tropics, I
Think they want my soul to die
The devil called, hell nah is what I told the guy
I'm the hottest in the city
In the city thats the hottest
While I'm smoking on exotics
Bitch I'm wavy like the tropics, I
Think they want my soul to die
The devil called, hell nah is what I told the guy
I told him No
I told him first of all I'm not a hoe
I might sip for the day so the syrup got me slow
I could do this all day I could do it til it snow
And I live in Arizona how far can you go
I'm a hop up on a plane for the low
Matter fact I know a nigga that'll book it for a Fo
Oh you want his name and number
Well his names John Doe
1-800, Matter fact I don't even fucking know
Uhhh
I'm the hottest in the city and this ain't even the hook
Write his story on the beat, but this ain't even the book
And you know I got that dope, but this ain't even a cook
When I pull up in that ghost, I'm gon be leaving 'em shook
I'm the hottest in the city
In the city thats the hottest
While I'm smoking on exotics
I'm a switch it on some hot shit
If you listen to my music its like popping a Suboxone
And I bet it pop you back I bet it pop you like you boxing
TURO
Credits
Writer(s): Turo Sivirian
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