Hotter Onna Nawfside
(It get hot up on this hold on it get hot up on this side
365 boy we outside)
It get hot up onnis side 365 boy we outside (flddd')
I got some ****' down to slide i getem'when its time to ride (When It's time to ride)
And we gone catch him by that pine and leave him lookin' at his mind (Leave him lookin' at his mind)
Put that on 3 ain't got no mind I'm down to leave a mama cry (Damn)
Got plenty goblins in this ride spin like torndaos through the vine (Skrt)
I'm coming slow like dirty drink creep on him fuck up his lil' spine (His lil' spine)
Don't want to talk I set it off im strictly buckin' Through the crowd (Buckin' Through the croud huh?)
She open mouth and eat it all I really give her A little crown
Youngan' clique we coming up fuck rappers stay low on the ground (Stay low on the ground ****)
And I got grams all through my fit don't need cologne to make 'em frown (To make them)
My side bitch say eat me now my main bitch steady saying wow (Damn)
She down for DTA no other way that you can go around
Ok baby just text me lows and info that you heard about
That you then spotted out
Your homegirl **** or his spouse
We come through spark it out you know we from that dirty south
Bitch you can't duck 'em off you know them bullets hunt you down
Like what A nigga bout he talm bout fuck a **** now
Huh?
(He talk 'bout fuck a **** now)
Scam A **** he my opp 7.62 gone swipe his back
We gone lay him flat up in A hurst since he love them cadillacs (Cadillacs)
On the block feel like I'm Thor cause I'm posted where the hammers at (Hammers at)
Only throw A mask on if I'm shooting where the camera's at
And I heard about your bro' he dead as hell can't get him back
Can't say too much about that cause I'm the **** who got him wacked
Actually I take that back cause I'm the one who clapped the gat
Creep in your house pop out the closest though I was "Cat In The Hat" (Flddd')
Hop out and I walk some I'm trying to tap A hat
Treat that Lil' boy like A rat when i catch up on his trap
Catch his ass walking I'm A off him where his coffin' at
Bitch I walk shit down stepping like I got my feet done
Bad lil' bitch she eat the **** she suck it like caprisun
Push up on A opp we dropping bags cause they ain't got none
What's the word up on the street? dop' still ain't drop none
Them boys still ain't drop none they say "Luh K" come drop some!
So I got to hop out with the mop and go and chop some (Chop chop)
Hopping out this truck we tearing it up just to drop some
(Gang just to drop some hopping out this truck we tearing it up just to drop some)
365 boy we outside)
It get hot up onnis side 365 boy we outside (flddd')
I got some ****' down to slide i getem'when its time to ride (When It's time to ride)
And we gone catch him by that pine and leave him lookin' at his mind (Leave him lookin' at his mind)
Put that on 3 ain't got no mind I'm down to leave a mama cry (Damn)
Got plenty goblins in this ride spin like torndaos through the vine (Skrt)
I'm coming slow like dirty drink creep on him fuck up his lil' spine (His lil' spine)
Don't want to talk I set it off im strictly buckin' Through the crowd (Buckin' Through the croud huh?)
She open mouth and eat it all I really give her A little crown
Youngan' clique we coming up fuck rappers stay low on the ground (Stay low on the ground ****)
And I got grams all through my fit don't need cologne to make 'em frown (To make them)
My side bitch say eat me now my main bitch steady saying wow (Damn)
She down for DTA no other way that you can go around
Ok baby just text me lows and info that you heard about
That you then spotted out
Your homegirl **** or his spouse
We come through spark it out you know we from that dirty south
Bitch you can't duck 'em off you know them bullets hunt you down
Like what A nigga bout he talm bout fuck a **** now
Huh?
(He talk 'bout fuck a **** now)
Scam A **** he my opp 7.62 gone swipe his back
We gone lay him flat up in A hurst since he love them cadillacs (Cadillacs)
On the block feel like I'm Thor cause I'm posted where the hammers at (Hammers at)
Only throw A mask on if I'm shooting where the camera's at
And I heard about your bro' he dead as hell can't get him back
Can't say too much about that cause I'm the **** who got him wacked
Actually I take that back cause I'm the one who clapped the gat
Creep in your house pop out the closest though I was "Cat In The Hat" (Flddd')
Hop out and I walk some I'm trying to tap A hat
Treat that Lil' boy like A rat when i catch up on his trap
Catch his ass walking I'm A off him where his coffin' at
Bitch I walk shit down stepping like I got my feet done
Bad lil' bitch she eat the **** she suck it like caprisun
Push up on A opp we dropping bags cause they ain't got none
What's the word up on the street? dop' still ain't drop none
Them boys still ain't drop none they say "Luh K" come drop some!
So I got to hop out with the mop and go and chop some (Chop chop)
Hopping out this truck we tearing it up just to drop some
(Gang just to drop some hopping out this truck we tearing it up just to drop some)
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Writer(s): Kwincy Daniels, Thomas Wallace
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