HOT (feat. GFA Chano)
I thought a nigga had said something
Flipped his top like a motherfucker said something
Remember back then before I made A.N.T.H.E.M.
Now every song that I make, it's a banger, banger
Took him right out of the closet, no hanger
Big ol' chopper to shoot at your niggas
You talking that shit, but we do not forgive you
Forgive you, forgive you, forgive you
I'm shitting on niggas, no litter
I'm coming right back and she bitter
These niggas be talking, they critters
In set
Big chop at her neck, get neglect
Hunnid chops on his head, no drum set
You get it, you dig it
I make it hot, hot, hot, yeah
I make it hot, hot, hot, yeah
I make it hot like the temperature
Checking her mileage, odometer
Checking her shit and it's hot as fuck
Big ol' chopper, get tummy tuck
Tummy tuck
Chopper be having them niggas, I'm running up
Zayin he run it up
Zayin, he coming up
And Zayin gon' run it up
And Zayin, he coming up
Adonai, he run it up
Push the tempo when I walk up
Number one topic, whenever she go out in public
She see me, I pop up
These niggas from KC got put on the map
They excelled, but I finally caught up
I'm hitting from range, I'm like Dame, it's my time
I can pull up, or fade it, or spot up
Double XL made the roster
Donai got it popping, go to L.A., then to Boston
Drop an album, then they copping like a new Drake track
Bout time recognition starts influxing, got a million
From some tracks that I'm not feeling like, why'd he say that
She trying to fuck, tell that bitch to stay back
Always trying to touch me, but they been ran through
Tripping to Bahamas, pull with CC, get the commas
Stay in bread, stay out of drama, then relax in Cancun
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I been the one, three bags in four days, he got it too
It's always the niggas that be getting no play
That hate on the dude
Almost took her out, but then she caught a attitude
Temperature is rising like I raise the altitude
Fuck her then I dip and then she posted that I'm rude
Now she wanna hang, I'm with my fling, not in the mood
Bitch, you got my number, better show me gratitude
Always trying to diss like little booties matter too
I just want to pop, why do you think I flattered you
I got like a thousand other things I'd rather do
Please stop trying to post me, trying to claim me as your boo
I be doing shows, I always pull up with my crew
Flipped his top like a motherfucker said something
Remember back then before I made A.N.T.H.E.M.
Now every song that I make, it's a banger, banger
Took him right out of the closet, no hanger
Big ol' chopper to shoot at your niggas
You talking that shit, but we do not forgive you
Forgive you, forgive you, forgive you
I'm shitting on niggas, no litter
I'm coming right back and she bitter
These niggas be talking, they critters
In set
Big chop at her neck, get neglect
Hunnid chops on his head, no drum set
You get it, you dig it
I make it hot, hot, hot, yeah
I make it hot, hot, hot, yeah
I make it hot like the temperature
Checking her mileage, odometer
Checking her shit and it's hot as fuck
Big ol' chopper, get tummy tuck
Tummy tuck
Chopper be having them niggas, I'm running up
Zayin he run it up
Zayin, he coming up
And Zayin gon' run it up
And Zayin, he coming up
Adonai, he run it up
Push the tempo when I walk up
Number one topic, whenever she go out in public
She see me, I pop up
These niggas from KC got put on the map
They excelled, but I finally caught up
I'm hitting from range, I'm like Dame, it's my time
I can pull up, or fade it, or spot up
Double XL made the roster
Donai got it popping, go to L.A., then to Boston
Drop an album, then they copping like a new Drake track
Bout time recognition starts influxing, got a million
From some tracks that I'm not feeling like, why'd he say that
She trying to fuck, tell that bitch to stay back
Always trying to touch me, but they been ran through
Tripping to Bahamas, pull with CC, get the commas
Stay in bread, stay out of drama, then relax in Cancun
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I been the one, three bags in four days, he got it too
It's always the niggas that be getting no play
That hate on the dude
Almost took her out, but then she caught a attitude
Temperature is rising like I raise the altitude
Fuck her then I dip and then she posted that I'm rude
Now she wanna hang, I'm with my fling, not in the mood
Bitch, you got my number, better show me gratitude
Always trying to diss like little booties matter too
I just want to pop, why do you think I flattered you
I got like a thousand other things I'd rather do
Please stop trying to post me, trying to claim me as your boo
I be doing shows, I always pull up with my crew
Credits
Writer(s): Zayin Barnes
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