Hot Shit ft. Moneyboy Amiri Lyrics

Bossmade , yop

I fell off, them niggas left me, I'll never really forget it

I ah put the racks up just to put it on yo fitted

Why she mad? I'm fuckin' hoes and we was never really committed

I'm talkin' hot shit on the mic, I need to go and hit the dentist

It be day's I'm gettin' money, I don't even get no sleep

I talk about the Scats a lot, but we can put you in a Jeep

My cousin made the choppa kick in Battle Creek like RVD

Yeah, them new money getters ain't had a roll since PPP

They say them niggas out of style like a fuckin' DVD

That bitch can't get another chance, do I look like B.I.G.

The only time she come around, I bet I have her on her knees

How the fuck you start shit then you wanna cop some please

All these bitches gettin' hit, so why the fuck would you cuff her

The bitch then put on God, that she ain't fuckin', but I don't trust her

It ain't a bitch in America can tell you that I love her

The Glock a make em burn, have that nigga singin' like he Usher

Them niggas shootin' from the corner, ain't hit shit Pj Tucker

racks in my pocket, lookin' fat as hell, Ruben Studdard

Like I'm on the green, put a hole in him like a putter

Oh you bank with Chase, chi a get you right before the summer

I told her play her favorite song, she play me, not no Toosie

I walk around with spinach dip but in the safe, I got blue cheese

Lil bro a shoot like Melo on the Knicks with the two sleeves

Five -hundred for the shirt, yeah, you gotta know this Gucci

Growin' up a young nigga, used to have them hoop dreams

But I can still, ball I'm sittin' courtside by the hoop team

I can show you step one how to jug, boy, I been sleaze

How the fuck they say they hoopin'? They be runnin' like the track team

My nigga white, but he got a pole just like Magic Mike

Baby, if you get that lo for me, we can take a flight

Nigga, I can barely fuckin' see off white, be my sight

Bitch, the whole gang fucked, but you claim your pussy tight

Bro, I see that nigga right there, hop out, get him

Kick a nigga door down and take his kids, I'm babysittin

Put the switch on a nigga like he finna transition

I'm stashin' blues with Chanel on my feet like I'm Crippin

I think I got it quiet down on the beat, the feds listen

Ain't no runnin' from the switch, where you goin'? We gon' cripple you

I only got two arms but swing that chop like I got ten of them

This bitch playin' with my balls like she motherfuckin' dribblin

Two twin Glocks by my side, these hoes siblings

How I get to bustin' in this bitch, you would think I got children

Every time I knock my cup over, that shit hurt my feelings

Nigga, if you send a loc , you gotta know we gon' spin it