[Chorus: NWM Cee Murdaa]
Bitch, I'm hot (I'm on fire), and who gon' put me out?
Bitch just put her foot up on the couch, I had to put her out
Shooters on the roof and they got scopes, they just lookin' out
We could go to war, or we can link and we can hook it out
The bitch got long hair, so I'ma pull it out
Said when she got pregnant, she regret it, wish I pulled it out
And now I got them racks, she just lookin' now
Promoter said it cost ten stacks just to book me now
[Verse 1: 30 Deep Grimeyy]
See me poppin' like some grease, I made it fully, now that bitch sizzle
Twelve got behind me, couldn't pull over, I had to zip a skittle
She gon' eat the chicken to the bone and even eat the gristle
Handicap stick on my Glock, and it'll leave you crippled (Hahaha)
What? It's on the floor, nigga
When I catch yo' ass in traffic, better blow, nigga
'Cause I'm the type to hawk you down in the snow, nigga
You must not heard about that, at the store, nigga
(Huh, what?) You ain't know nigga
Fell out with my Blood 'cause he was fuckin' wit' them Folk niggas
Shootout to Miami, hit the trenches wit' my Zo niggas
Thirty-six a bowl, bitch we taxin', we don't know niggas
[Chorus: NWM Cee Murdaa]
Bitch, I'm hot (I'm on fire), and who gon' put me out?
Bitch just put her foot up on the couch, I had to put her out
Shooters on the roof and they got scopes, they just lookin' out
We could go to war, or we can link and we can hook it out
The bitch got long hair, so I'ma pull it out
Said when she got pregnant, she regret it, wish I pulled it out
And now I got them racks, she just lookin' now
Promoter said it cost ten stacks just to book me now
Bitch, I'm hot (I'm on fire), and who gon' put me out?
Bitch just put her foot up on the couch, I had to put her out
Shooters on the roof and they got scopes, they just lookin' out
We could go to war, or we can link and we can hook it out
The bitch got long hair, so I'ma pull it out
Said when she got pregnant, she regret it, wish I pulled it out
And now I got them racks, she just lookin' now
Promoter said it cost ten stacks just to book me now
[Verse 1: 30 Deep Grimeyy]
See me poppin' like some grease, I made it fully, now that bitch sizzle
Twelve got behind me, couldn't pull over, I had to zip a skittle
She gon' eat the chicken to the bone and even eat the gristle
Handicap stick on my Glock, and it'll leave you crippled (Hahaha)
What? It's on the floor, nigga
When I catch yo' ass in traffic, better blow, nigga
'Cause I'm the type to hawk you down in the snow, nigga
You must not heard about that, at the store, nigga
(Huh, what?) You ain't know nigga
Fell out with my Blood 'cause he was fuckin' wit' them Folk niggas
Shootout to Miami, hit the trenches wit' my Zo niggas
Thirty-six a bowl, bitch we taxin', we don't know niggas
[Chorus: NWM Cee Murdaa]
Bitch, I'm hot (I'm on fire), and who gon' put me out?
Bitch just put her foot up on the couch, I had to put her out
Shooters on the roof and they got scopes, they just lookin' out
We could go to war, or we can link and we can hook it out
The bitch got long hair, so I'ma pull it out
Said when she got pregnant, she regret it, wish I pulled it out
And now I got them racks, she just lookin' now
Promoter said it cost ten stacks just to book me now
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