Hot Plate

Fiendin heavy For that 3 0
Bodies dropping from that 5 0
Momma trippin over P O
I'm Gettin gas lighted from my tio
Now my baby brother turning 3 years old
We had daddy problems
Hope he never knows
Problems started when I spark the stove
Packed my bag and I ain't been home since
On my big dog shit
Off the leash and I can not sit
Fuck an ice cold wrist
I been whipping up the heat
Hot bricks
I can't trip off a bitch
Autumn, fall
Left my summer in the ditch
Playin with my balls
Like she Micheal jordan
And she goin off
Mix the duece with the adderall
Bitch was trippin slipping
Bouncing off the walls
Now she try and hit me
With the fentanyl
I was noddin off
Couldn't feel at all
Watch em cut the pill
With the credit card
Put it in his nose
And he couldn't walk
Hit him with tax
For that good rock

If it ain't money
It ain't getting my attention
Feds tappin my phone
So I'm movin in the right direction
I wipe the sweat off
From supplying your shit
So now I'm burning the bridge
I got some money to get
If it ain't money
It ain't getting my attention
Check from my government
I made deposits
In the wrong direction
I wipe the sweat off
From supplying your shit
So now I'm burning the bridge
I got some money to get

Brick talk up on my cell phone
Now I'm hearing clicks
Like I'm well known
Move my ass to the dead zone
Sparking up the plate
Put myself on
Then I go and pick me up a red bone
Talkin to her clam like a shell phone
Shakin up in her lamellar bones
Then I hit the stove
Cause the fiends dope sick
Drop and pick up gas on the I-10
I ain't talkin 7 6
7 6 0 where I layed at
Oside stayed lit
Heard New Mexico had a heavy play
Percs laced blue tint
Now they try to hit me
With a heavy load
But I ain't sayin shit
They ain't payin me
But still I see em payin attention
My auntie had to go
While I was steady in the system
All so sudden Leak a tear
Ain't say good bye I miss her
I know He works mysteriously
Wonder why my decisions
Have got me trippin
Now I'm stayin out of sight
Burnin down my bridges
Goin down without a fight
Stuck in my hotel room
Nothin but red lights
10th floor
2 ounces of kush
In 1 night

If it ain't money
It ain't getting my attention
Feds tappin my phone
So I'm movin in the right direction
I wipe the sweat off
From supplying your shit
So now I'm burning the bridge
I got some money to get
If it ain't money
It ain't getting my attention
Check from my government
I made deposits
In the wrong direction
I wipe the sweat off
From supplying your shit
So now I'm burning the bridge
I got some money to get

Used to sell a bit
But had to go legit
Can't fuck with the game
Like I'm celibate
I got a hard drive
Fuck a microchip
Intel in my veins I can never quit
Got a prop in my style
Like I'm fly as shit
Had a migo to fly me out 5 zips
Just to flip it I got me some dime bags
And to keep it true I had to get a lot
Now my homie pulls out 55 cash
Copped a subaru n drove it off the lot
Whip out a bag of that fine glass
Of the truest shit Act like I forgot
That the feds won't be like
Hey rewind that
Pull up wit it in court
Cause that's all they got
This shit in my past
But ain't left to rot
So I pack up my bags
And I move out of town
I'm off a blue
Moms off the brown
The me years ago
Couldn't fuck with me now
You take a quarter
Make a half
Put two together
That'll make a pound
I changed all my quarters
And fourth downs
To some paper i pray we ain't hell bound
But I'm
Treatin the pack like a bitch
I pimp her and pass it around

If it ain't money
It ain't getting my attention
Feds tappin my phone
So I'm movin in the right direction
I wipe the sweat off
From supplying your shit
So now I'm burning the bridge
I got some money to get
If it ain't money
It ain't getting my attention
Check from my government
I made deposits
In the wrong direction
I wipe the sweat off
From supplying your shit
So now I'm burning the bridge
I got some money to get



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Writer(s): Kylar Robinson
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