Get Hot
Getting cake
I ran up a bag and found out all my niggas fake
I won't ever ghost you but I'm still gone cop the wraith
Always keep a heater shit get hot this shit ain't safe
Shit been feeling odd
Every evening since you did me wrong
Now I'm in my prime
Still remember when you did me wrong
I got to the top
I lost all my friends
Cause they turned to ops
Don't eat pork, but I keep a chop
You don't want no beef
Shit get hot
But my wrist on froze
I don't got no water in my spot
But I still got hoes
I got shit I probably should've dropped
But that shit got old
Every time I pull up in a drop
Got to keep a pole
Yeah this shit get sticky on the block
They'll take your soul
Hooping but I hit it out the park
Playing Base-ketball
Boy I know you broke
You can't pay your basic bills
If I hit your hoe up
Then I know I got a place to chill
Niggas make me sick
I know I'm gonna throw up but I face them still
(I got to the top I never thought that you'd be hating still)
I ain't ever ducking smoke
But I swear I'm always making bills
I do not eat pork
But I swear I'm counting bacon still
I ain't tryna ghost you
But I'm still gone cop the wraith for wheels
I ran up a bag and found out all my niggas fake
I won't ever ghost you but I'm still gone cop the wraith
Always keep a heater shit get hot this shit ain't safe
Shit been feeling odd
Every evening since you did me wrong
Now I'm in my prime
Still remember when you did me wrong
I got to the top
I lost all my friends
Cause they turned to ops
Don't eat pork, but I keep a chop
You don't want no beef
Shit get hot
But my wrist on froze
I don't got no water in my spot
But I still got hoes
I got shit I probably should've dropped
But that shit got old
Every time I pull up in a drop
Got to keep a pole
Yeah this shit get sticky on the block
They'll take your soul
Hooping but I hit it out the park
Playing Base-ketball
Boy I know you broke
You can't pay your basic bills
If I hit your hoe up
Then I know I got a place to chill
Niggas make me sick
I know I'm gonna throw up but I face them still
(I got to the top I never thought that you'd be hating still)
I ain't ever ducking smoke
But I swear I'm always making bills
I do not eat pork
But I swear I'm counting bacon still
I ain't tryna ghost you
But I'm still gone cop the wraith for wheels
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Writer(s): Lance James Henry
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