[Intro]
(Seph got the waves)
Sick of the cell, how it is in FL
Hot kut the fan on (Hot cut the fan on)
(Trill, where the fuck you at?)
[Chorus: Hotboii]
I ain't got sickle cell, I'm just sick of the cell
No dealings with 12, that's how it is in FL
50 on my bitch that's just to lift up her hair
Got 50 shots, this Glock got an extensions as well
Chopper make him Diddy Bop, I ain't know Diddy for real
Molly got him out his body, he ain't no menace for real
Know I keep the showstopper, I can end your career
More guala more problems, but it is what it is
[Verse 1: Hotboii]
More guala, more problems, more choppas, no shottas
I can't be like none of these niggas, with hoe problems, no dollars
My girl say he in her dm's, so I knocked his hoe up
I get that lean right by the script, you will never hear me cough
I filled my pockets up with benjis and filled up my whole mouth
Larry Jane all on my dinner make a nigga go south
Forever riding with my glizzy, never know when it's going down
En route, we spin your block, we coming back around
Wow, he cuffed that hoe and she getting passed around
My rounds, I love y'all, y'all was there when I was down
Gettin' cheddar now, I swear we be living better now, I never thought I'd be poppin' shit like Adderall
(Seph got the waves)
Sick of the cell, how it is in FL
Hot kut the fan on (Hot cut the fan on)
(Trill, where the fuck you at?)
[Chorus: Hotboii]
I ain't got sickle cell, I'm just sick of the cell
No dealings with 12, that's how it is in FL
50 on my bitch that's just to lift up her hair
Got 50 shots, this Glock got an extensions as well
Chopper make him Diddy Bop, I ain't know Diddy for real
Molly got him out his body, he ain't no menace for real
Know I keep the showstopper, I can end your career
More guala more problems, but it is what it is
[Verse 1: Hotboii]
More guala, more problems, more choppas, no shottas
I can't be like none of these niggas, with hoe problems, no dollars
My girl say he in her dm's, so I knocked his hoe up
I get that lean right by the script, you will never hear me cough
I filled my pockets up with benjis and filled up my whole mouth
Larry Jane all on my dinner make a nigga go south
Forever riding with my glizzy, never know when it's going down
En route, we spin your block, we coming back around
Wow, he cuffed that hoe and she getting passed around
My rounds, I love y'all, y'all was there when I was down
Gettin' cheddar now, I swear we be living better now, I never thought I'd be poppin' shit like Adderall
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