Hotshot

Ima sinner stackin like a breadwinner
Steak dinner i take her out but she a giver
Big triller rollin like a money printer
Gettin tired baby conversations gettin thinner

New bitch fuckin on the low
Spendin all the money liquor n the gold
I been drinkin out the bottle feelin wavy in my bones
I been thinkin bout the models shawty feinin for the snow n now she callin me a

Hot shot, whippin out the addy ina drop top
Lost cause, people make assumptions like a jump shot
Dark thoughts, got my music poppin like a gun shot
People used to hate me now they callin me a big shot

Baby i dont wanna run away but ima die here
Lookin for a reason keep me breathing ima miss it here
My thoughts been doin damage like the drugs im lookin in the mirror
Im happy that i made it thru another motherfuckin year

Baby i been lost n now im feelin way to fucked up
Somethin in ma soda got me hopin that i wake up
Liquor by the liter baby i dont wanna hate you
Dealin wit my problems only way that i know how to

New bitch fuckin on the low and im
Spendin all the money liquor n the gold
I been drinkin out the bottle feelin wavy in my bones
I been thinkin bout the models shawty feigning for the snow n now she tellin me i

Hate you, spendin all my money ona new coupe
Bad news, baby if you let it then it make you
Snake proof, kickit at the top i gotta great view
Watchin for the opps they catch u lackin then they take you

Baby i dont wanna run away but
Ima die here
Lookin for a reason keep me breathing ima miss it here
My thoughts been doin damage like the drugs im lookin in the mirror
Im happy that i made it thru another motherfuckin year



Credits
Writer(s): Henry Schroeder
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