HOT SHYT

It's Duchess
(Shit)
Mmm mmm mmm
(Hot shit)
(Hot shit)
(On your top, real quick)
Real shit
Real bitch
Big licks
Big hits (Aye aye)
(Duchess) No Swishers
(Nope, just Duchess)

I'm in the back
My guns on my lap
I'm right to the left
I'm on the go
They already know
My pipe burning like crack
I tried to warn him
Guess he didn't know
I don't play like that
I'm on my shit
Don't fight back
Play that like a bear attack
I'm rolling
Not on the drugs
I'm sliding on you
Bitch, I'm scrolling
Not on the phone
I'm choosing my next opp attack
You got me
Then don't cross me
You gon think you lost me
But, it's you
That your people lose
All they hear is "boom"
On the move
Can't catch me for shit
I switch to a lick
I make my plans
Hope it's not your man's
Cause you know I'm the truth
I got him mad
I did him real bad
I done got his bag
I'm on his ass
He don't know I'll blow
Ain't scared of Five-O
I'm keeping score
Better run it up
Cause I'm up next fo sho
I keep the pole
Little pocket rocket
Hide it in my jacket pocket
Pull it out
Better run
Cause I'm shooting like one stop shoppin
You would never guess
That I pass the test
My aim is best
Take him by surprise
You won't even rise
You won't have time
Hitting licks
I'm a white bitch
But, I'm super slick
Shoot your shot
It's a hit or miss
I don't go for shit
Fuck what you saying (Fuck that)
You see me, I'm spraying
Fuck all that playing
Ain't no time for shit
We clapping like hands
We got the bands
I'ma call my man's
Put up your two hands
I'm on top
Had to lose a lot
Yeah, I keep a glock
Got the rocks
Leave you with the pots
Might kidnap your pops
Got it hot
Can't come on your block
I'm shooting my shot
I don't miss
Might just hit your bitch
You next on my list
Got a tip
I know where you live
I know what you did
Watch your mouth
Don't say too much shit
But, you already did (Watch your mouth)

(Ayye, on my hot shit)
(On your top, real quick)
On your top, real quick
Real shit
Real bitch
Big licks
Big hits
(Ayye, my hot shit, bitch)
(My hot shit)

Take your ass out the picture
Yeah, we come and crop shit
Yeah, he tried to do a hit
And got put in that box quick
I hit him
And his bitch
And his little sidekick
I play games
I use my gun just like my joystick
You can't tell by my appearance
That my bag is full of tricks
Cause I'm short, cute, thick
In my Coach, two blicks
Wax your ass
Candle wicks
Burn your bitch
Watch this
It's another episode
Like I'm watching my Firestick
I make plans for this shit
I got a van for the hits
That's your man? He's a bitch
(That's your man? He's a bitch)
How you say he doing hits
But he ain't ever shot shit
I turnt your man into a thought
All you do is reminisce
No, I don't want no D
Just give me some top, bitch
I'm taking off like a rocket
Nobody can stop this
We got 30's for them motherfuckers on some opp shit
Got smoked by a bitch
He was on some cop shit
Disappear
Deep ditch
Clean your block
Mop stick
Duchess stay on hot shit

On your top
Real quick
Real shit
Real bitch
Big licks
Big hits
That's the end
He can't speak again
Cause Duchess always win
(Hot shit, on your top)
Real quick
Real shit
Real bitch
Big licks
Big hits
That's the end
He can't speak again
Cause Duchess always win (Cause Duchess always win)

Damn damn damn (Damn damn damn, bitch)
(Aye, back on my hot shit)