[Intro: NLE Choppa]
Hot, hot, hot, hot
[Chorus: NLE Choppa]
Thinking that I'm getting too hot (Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot)
Got two Glocks on each side of my crotch (Each side of my crotch)
First nigga play get popped (Boom, pop, grr, grr, grr, grr)
Say your main shooter on go, I'll make a nigga stop (Make a nigga stop)
Only send shots at the top (Shots at the top, shots, shots)
Make it easier for the people in the autopsy (In the autopsy, 'topsy, 'topsy)
Is he playing with me or not? (With me or not)
Nigga better D up, too many shots, can't block (Can't block)
Thinking that I'm getting too hot (Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot)
Got two Glocks on each side of my crotch (Each side of my crotch)
First nigga play get popped (Boom, pop, grr, grr, grr, grr)
Say your main shooter on go, I'll make a nigga stop (Make a nigga stop)
Only send shots at the top (Shots at the top, shots, shots)
Make it easier for the peoplе in the autopsy (In the autopsy, 'topsy, 'topsy)
Is he playing with mе or not? (With me or not)
Nigga better D up, too many shots, can't block (Can't block)
[Verse 1: NLE Choppa]
Hoes in the spot, Glock in the couch (Glock in the couch)
Brick on the dresser, we trappin' it out (We trappin' it out)
Never been stressin', I won't see a drought (Woo, woo, woo)
Junkies been livin' in here, kick 'em out
Turn the dope house to a ho house, I did it (I did it)
Bring your ho out, make her bop like she Diddy (Like she Diddy)
Piercing on her titties, know I can dig it (Dig it)
Say see just got 'em done, can I feel it?
Clutching my glizzy on niggas, can't feel 'em (Woo, woo, woo)
I got two open cases, still will kill 'em
Yeah, I'm all better, but once a killer, always gon' be a killer
It's seen in my mental (It's seen in my mental)
Shooter came with me, he crazy, don't tempt him (Brr)
Glock to his face like we checking his temperature (Brr)
Don't got time to play with nobody kids (Nobody kids)
Like we in school, I up and dismiss 'em (Brr)
Never repented for the shit I did (No, no, no)
Me and God been knew I'm a sinner (Brr)
Money be fallin' out the motherfucking bank
I can paint a picture that you niggas can't
Write him a check, but I'ma leave it blank
You can't get a dollar 'til you hit a stain (Brr)
You can't find him, then we get on his man
Seat recliner make him switch out his lane
Hot, hot, hot, hot
[Chorus: NLE Choppa]
Thinking that I'm getting too hot (Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot)
Got two Glocks on each side of my crotch (Each side of my crotch)
First nigga play get popped (Boom, pop, grr, grr, grr, grr)
Say your main shooter on go, I'll make a nigga stop (Make a nigga stop)
Only send shots at the top (Shots at the top, shots, shots)
Make it easier for the people in the autopsy (In the autopsy, 'topsy, 'topsy)
Is he playing with me or not? (With me or not)
Nigga better D up, too many shots, can't block (Can't block)
Thinking that I'm getting too hot (Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot)
Got two Glocks on each side of my crotch (Each side of my crotch)
First nigga play get popped (Boom, pop, grr, grr, grr, grr)
Say your main shooter on go, I'll make a nigga stop (Make a nigga stop)
Only send shots at the top (Shots at the top, shots, shots)
Make it easier for the peoplе in the autopsy (In the autopsy, 'topsy, 'topsy)
Is he playing with mе or not? (With me or not)
Nigga better D up, too many shots, can't block (Can't block)
[Verse 1: NLE Choppa]
Hoes in the spot, Glock in the couch (Glock in the couch)
Brick on the dresser, we trappin' it out (We trappin' it out)
Never been stressin', I won't see a drought (Woo, woo, woo)
Junkies been livin' in here, kick 'em out
Turn the dope house to a ho house, I did it (I did it)
Bring your ho out, make her bop like she Diddy (Like she Diddy)
Piercing on her titties, know I can dig it (Dig it)
Say see just got 'em done, can I feel it?
Clutching my glizzy on niggas, can't feel 'em (Woo, woo, woo)
I got two open cases, still will kill 'em
Yeah, I'm all better, but once a killer, always gon' be a killer
It's seen in my mental (It's seen in my mental)
Shooter came with me, he crazy, don't tempt him (Brr)
Glock to his face like we checking his temperature (Brr)
Don't got time to play with nobody kids (Nobody kids)
Like we in school, I up and dismiss 'em (Brr)
Never repented for the shit I did (No, no, no)
Me and God been knew I'm a sinner (Brr)
Money be fallin' out the motherfucking bank
I can paint a picture that you niggas can't
Write him a check, but I'ma leave it blank
You can't get a dollar 'til you hit a stain (Brr)
You can't find him, then we get on his man
Seat recliner make him switch out his lane
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