Hot As the Sun
Man honestly
What the fuck ya'll even on man
Dummy ahh jits, can't even fuck with ya'll anymore
Shit
Oh damn I'm boutta start rappin'
(Let's get it baby)
Bitch I'm the king
And you look like a pawn
You is a goofy
And I am the don
Fuckin' shit up we just do it for fun
Must be the feds the way you postin them guns
Want me to quit but I'm nowhere done
Heating shit up we be hot as the sun
Chasing all the bread, we don't want none of the crumbs bitch
Teach my shawty good can't be fucking with a dumb bitch
Better love me now I won't pop out when I'm dumb rich
Christian Louboutin yeah she loving how we stunt shit
It's gone be a fun day lets go have some fun bitch
"Hold up, what we doin' cuhz?"
We gone go and pop out with them goons
Somebody bring the mops out we gone need the clean up crew
Told cuddy keep his chin up we gone really make it through
They ain't stepping outside we be playing peekaboo
Ain't gone be no hiding when my shooters peepin' you
Blood all on the mattress I don't think that shit be seeping through
Gotta skill for rappin' said fuck it let me hop in the booth
I don't need no casper bitch you know I write my lyrics too
Don't be reppin' no sets round me unless you rockin' wit the blue
Talkin all that hot shit then we surely coming for you
"Ayo, where the fuck it Kupid?"
"Huh? Oh yeah I'm right here, Sorry, I just woke up type shit, gang"
Bitch
We do shit different than yo favorite artists
Link back up in Alabama that's where this shit started (In da south)
Living in Nevada but we still gone go retarded
I go crazy for the camera bitch don't even get me started
Yeah
Cuz I got something for these sneak dissers
I bought an AR and that bitch came with a heat seeker (Come here)
Run up in the field I'm stomping yards up in my cleat sneakers
I feel like Odelle I catch a pack just like a receiver
My lyrics cutting off yo body parts just like a meat clever
You gone hear what the fuck I gotta say when it's booming through yo big speakers
Bitch
It's okay you can be skeptical
But when I grab a mic I feel like I'm Mr. Incredible
Yeah Yeah
She ate on my dick like an edible
My money feel like Mr. Fantastic cuz bitch its flexible
Bitch I'm the king
And you look like a pawn
You is a goofy
And I am the don
Fuckin' shit up we just do it for fun
Must be the feds the way you postin them guns
Want me to quit but I'm nowhere near done
Heating shit up we be hot as the sun
What the fuck ya'll even on man
Dummy ahh jits, can't even fuck with ya'll anymore
Shit
Oh damn I'm boutta start rappin'
(Let's get it baby)
Bitch I'm the king
And you look like a pawn
You is a goofy
And I am the don
Fuckin' shit up we just do it for fun
Must be the feds the way you postin them guns
Want me to quit but I'm nowhere done
Heating shit up we be hot as the sun
Chasing all the bread, we don't want none of the crumbs bitch
Teach my shawty good can't be fucking with a dumb bitch
Better love me now I won't pop out when I'm dumb rich
Christian Louboutin yeah she loving how we stunt shit
It's gone be a fun day lets go have some fun bitch
"Hold up, what we doin' cuhz?"
We gone go and pop out with them goons
Somebody bring the mops out we gone need the clean up crew
Told cuddy keep his chin up we gone really make it through
They ain't stepping outside we be playing peekaboo
Ain't gone be no hiding when my shooters peepin' you
Blood all on the mattress I don't think that shit be seeping through
Gotta skill for rappin' said fuck it let me hop in the booth
I don't need no casper bitch you know I write my lyrics too
Don't be reppin' no sets round me unless you rockin' wit the blue
Talkin all that hot shit then we surely coming for you
"Ayo, where the fuck it Kupid?"
"Huh? Oh yeah I'm right here, Sorry, I just woke up type shit, gang"
Bitch
We do shit different than yo favorite artists
Link back up in Alabama that's where this shit started (In da south)
Living in Nevada but we still gone go retarded
I go crazy for the camera bitch don't even get me started
Yeah
Cuz I got something for these sneak dissers
I bought an AR and that bitch came with a heat seeker (Come here)
Run up in the field I'm stomping yards up in my cleat sneakers
I feel like Odelle I catch a pack just like a receiver
My lyrics cutting off yo body parts just like a meat clever
You gone hear what the fuck I gotta say when it's booming through yo big speakers
Bitch
It's okay you can be skeptical
But when I grab a mic I feel like I'm Mr. Incredible
Yeah Yeah
She ate on my dick like an edible
My money feel like Mr. Fantastic cuz bitch its flexible
Bitch I'm the king
And you look like a pawn
You is a goofy
And I am the don
Fuckin' shit up we just do it for fun
Must be the feds the way you postin them guns
Want me to quit but I'm nowhere near done
Heating shit up we be hot as the sun
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Writer(s): Elijah Butler
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