Hotshots (feat. IzZy Projectz)

Blicky chromed up got em foldin up
Got the hot shots
Make em double Dutch
Patek on freeze leave a nigga stuck in time
Niggas turnt up on the scene til we Shut em down
Just a memory of the year he died
His homie face down
Now they asking why
I'm a boxer
With them stupid hands
I ain't stupid man
I still pull out and blast

Fuck is you talking for
Ain't playing no back and forth(forth)
Got em reacting poor
Make the wrong move and I score

Ain't with that funny shit
I'm on that bully shit
Pop off that skully quick
Learn who you fuckin with

Don't give a fuck now
(80's with the dope I kick)
Rep where you from now
(You should know what time it is)
When danger come 'round
(Better hide behind someshit)
Don't dare too run now
(We just got it cracking ya bish)
I always keep it g
I always keep it street
Ain't nun new too me
It's just the way I be

I always keep it g
I always keep it street
Ain't nun new too me
I always keep with me

Blicky chromed up got em foldin up (folding up)
Got the hot shots
Make em double Dutch (double Dutch)
Patek on freeze leave a nigga stuck in time
Niggas turnt up on the scene til we shut em down
Just a memory of the year he died
His homie face down
Now they asking why
I'm a boxer
With them stupid hands
I ain't stupid man
I still pull out and blast

Yea My bitch bad
My whip fast
My pockets on thick
Khaki pants pro clubs vans
Style is lit
Pump your brakes on rancho Santa Fe
Go under the bridge
And Turn on smilax go on Coral tree
Record and then dip
DMC said he got weed
And that he wanna roll with
So I'm on my way to sevie
gotta pick up a swish
Roll the windows up
You know we hot boxin the whip
Mobb the town and hit up Encinitas
Pick up a brick
Got my pioneers banging
Bang your set and get triv
Yeah my homies hella brazy
But my brother's a crib
Find me posted in the Grove
The golden ghetto you bitch
Yeah I'm California grown
And that ain't ever gon switch
I keep aaa

Blicky chromed up got em foldin up (folding up)
Got the hot shots
Make em double Dutch (double Dutch)
Patek on freeze leave a nigga stuck in time
Niggas turnt up on the scene til we Shut em down
Just a memory of the year he died
His homie face down
Now they asking why
I'm a boxer
With them stupid hands
I ain't stupid man
I still pull out and blast



Credits
Writer(s): Jobany Villatoro
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