Hot (feat. Gunna) Lyrics

Hot ft. Gunna - Young Thug

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Young Thug

“Hot” serves as YSL Records label mates Young Thug’s and Gunna’s braggadocios and triumphant ode to… read more »

HOT LYRICS

[Intro: Gunna]

Wheezy outta here

Hot, hot, hot, hot

Hot, hot, hot, hot

Hot, hot, hot, hot

Hot, hot, hot, hot

[Chorus: Gunna]

Everything litty, I love when it's hot

Turned up the city, I broke off the notch

Got some more millis, I keep me a knot

I created history and made me a lot

He tried to diss me and ended on Fox

We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop

Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop

I run it like Nike, we got it on lock

[Verse 1: Gunna]

Cartier eye

I'm the bossman in a suit but no tie

I can't be sober, I gotta stay high

Pour me some syrup in a Canada Dry

Ridin' in the spaceship like Bonnie and Clyde

Don't worry, baby, I keep me some fire

Shenenehs and Birkins, she cannot decide

The latest Mercedes her go-to surprise

Don't sleep on miss lady, her pussy a prize

Dick in her back while I'm grippin' her sides

Bigger Maybach, this ain't regular size

We really fly, we like pelican glide

Bitch, you ain't slick, I can tell the disguise

Upgraded my wrist, put baguettes in that Sky

She sing, I might sign her and change her whole life

I told her to gargle and work on her highs

[Chorus: Gunna]

Everything litty, I love when it's hot

Turned up the city, I broke off the notch

Got some more millis, I keep me a knot

I created history and made me a lot

He tried to diss me and ended on Fox

We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop

Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop

I run it like Nike, we got it on lock

[Interlude: Young Thug]

Cash, money, checks, cash

Addy, Birkin, bring the bitch sandals

I just wanna fuck the bitch by myself

I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite

[Verse 2: Young Thug]

I took the Bentley coupe back, then I hopped in a Cayenne (Skrrt)

I put the bitch in the front of the Bentley, in front of the driver (Skrrt)

Haven't had a sip, that that weed you can't smoke in the Rolls Royce, woah, woah (Yeah, yeah)

I'm strapped up, I'm cupped up, I'm drinkin', I shoot off your tires, huh (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)

I'm in the coupe by myself

I had to kick a door when I was 5

Keep the old ones on the shelf

Whole sixteen round in the fire

I'm sick and tired of these young niggas act like they firin', they tellin' these lies

Actin' like they the ones created this and they get all the drip from my guys

Yeah, Cartier eyes

Cartier coat, Cartiers the watch

Cartier love, Cartier the thot

Cartier spread, buffalo on the side

Princess cut diamonds, they Cartier, yeah

Cartier bag for the Cartier thot

Sky Wrangler coupe with two hundred the dash

Cartier jeans, ain't no way I can sag

No way I'ma ever gon' go out bad

I can't go out, no way I'ma go out

I just grip on her ass and I show out

I sit like a champ and I wait on a hold-out

I just whip up a new Chanel Patek

I whip with the wrist and I don't break the door out

Turn the whole top floor to a whorehouse

Hundreds racks in ones, dude brought the flood out

[Outro: Gunna]

Hot, hot, hot, hot

Hot, hot, hot, hot

Hot, hot, hot, damn

Hot, hot, hot, hot