Hot

I'm five-eight, but a six-foot tall nigga couldn't even overlook me
You a rat, you told on the whole damn gang before you even made it to bookings
I'm a street nigga, hoe, I tell you I love you, but I ain't even tryna get mushy
My nosy neighbor the only one that can smell what the rock is cookin'

One of them southerns is too ballistic (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And if you want him on paper, wrote for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Niggas love when you broke, but hate when you up (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I heard you fucked the whole city, that pussy (yeah, yeah, yeah)

They want me dead, why they want me dead?
Heard they put bread all over my head
I'm on meds, I'm on dirty meds
Them niggas fled when I threw cascades

What you did, nigga, I ain't hit, spank on rock and reel
Bitch, I slid in a Hot Wheel, and I'm out on bail
My mama said I'm a hothead, send that boy to hell
Go get your bread, I am not easy, spank on what's the deal

My hood bitch beat up the block like Rousey
This bitch ass look at me, come move a mountain
I'm in the back of my opp house crouchin'
My bitch couldn't get no dick, now she poutin'

My hood took step, I don't hang with no sluts
I hop on your hood, get in the vault
We spinnin' that bitch back to back for an hour
I move to the money, but I ain't no coward

Yellow tape, white chalk, Chucks with the white socks
High top, G-Shock, at high school with three Glocks
Beat the desk and bebop, I told the J to beat the block
Those fake and these not, I'll shoot you out your Reebok

I'm five-eight, but a six-four nigga couldn't even overlook me
You a rat, you told on the whole damn gang before you even made it to bookings
I'm a street nigga, hoe, I tell you I love you, but I ain't even tryna get mushy
My nosy neighbor the only one that can smell what the rock is cookin'

One of them sevens is too ballistic (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And if you ain't on paper, rug boy, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Niggas love when you broke, but hate when you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I heard you fucked the whole city, that pussy (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, I heard you hot, niggas playin' both sides
So he get caught in the middle when he get shot
I put a bullet on back of this Glizzy
It ain't no gettin' away from this Glock

I ain't finna go back and forth with these niggas on the internet
These lil' niggas be cops, these lil' niggas be bitches
ARPs and Dracs don't slide through here 'cause we gon' flip it
Lil' bro five-one, walk around with a chopstick, big ass and miss you

We been puttin' belts to the opps all year round, it ain't no skippin'
I'm spittin' Hellcat, you hear hissing
You can't stand the heat, get the fuck out the kitchen
Let that bitch go off, bitch got the twitchin'

I'm five-eight, but a six-four nigga couldn't even overlook me
You a rat, you told on the whole damn gang before you even made it to bookings
I'm a street nigga, hoe, I tell you I love you, but I ain't even tryna get mushy
My nosy neighbor the only one that can smell what the rock is cookin'

One of those sevens, it's too ballistic (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ain't even got no more paper, rug boy, yeah, (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Niggas love when you broke, but hate when you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I heard you fucked up the whole city, that pussy (yeah, yeah, yeah)