9/11 (First Day Out) Hotboii
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[Intro]
God, I feel like a million dollars
I can rap in this shit
Turn me up, Ray
Ayy, no cap (Hey, what's good, Trou?)
In the headphones, turn me up
Turn me up in the headphones
I got her head gone
Chopper, Kut The Fan On, yeah
[Chorus]
Look, brand new Kut The Fan On chain (Yeah), this bitch cost two hundred K (Two hundred K)
How you flex a hundred bands? You place a order at the bank
D.A. tryna legislate, I'm still screamin', "Fuck the state"
Don't ask me is I'm happy I'm home, stupid, what you think?
Uh, and this money, put my blues on, drippy
Uh, they could lock me up for sure, but can't kill me
Industry miss me, favorite rappеr snitchin'
Runnin' to the booth 'cause his lips sing, alright
[Verse 1]
They thought I would nеver jump, I showed 'em I could double Dutch
I'ma fuck her over every time, she got a bubble butt
Ayy, she go French tip, I tip her with her toes out
Ayy, let's get it crackin', my B.M., I got a throw somethin', uh
Too clumsy, I be one without a drop, uh
Hellcats in the graveyard, wake up all the opps
Ayy, told you 'bout my life, uh, how I made it out
Ayy, this the life of Hot, just stay real, but still got niggas locked up
Inmates, they better hear my voice (Better hear my voice)
Told my son, "I ever go this long without you, it's by force"
Nigga, pain in my eyes, I never shed tears of joy
Nigga, gang hear my cry they'll be loadin' up for war
God, I feel like a million dollars
I can rap in this shit
Turn me up, Ray
Ayy, no cap (Hey, what's good, Trou?)
In the headphones, turn me up
Turn me up in the headphones
I got her head gone
Chopper, Kut The Fan On, yeah
[Chorus]
Look, brand new Kut The Fan On chain (Yeah), this bitch cost two hundred K (Two hundred K)
How you flex a hundred bands? You place a order at the bank
D.A. tryna legislate, I'm still screamin', "Fuck the state"
Don't ask me is I'm happy I'm home, stupid, what you think?
Uh, and this money, put my blues on, drippy
Uh, they could lock me up for sure, but can't kill me
Industry miss me, favorite rappеr snitchin'
Runnin' to the booth 'cause his lips sing, alright
[Verse 1]
They thought I would nеver jump, I showed 'em I could double Dutch
I'ma fuck her over every time, she got a bubble butt
Ayy, she go French tip, I tip her with her toes out
Ayy, let's get it crackin', my B.M., I got a throw somethin', uh
Too clumsy, I be one without a drop, uh
Hellcats in the graveyard, wake up all the opps
Ayy, told you 'bout my life, uh, how I made it out
Ayy, this the life of Hot, just stay real, but still got niggas locked up
Inmates, they better hear my voice (Better hear my voice)
Told my son, "I ever go this long without you, it's by force"
Nigga, pain in my eyes, I never shed tears of joy
Nigga, gang hear my cry they'll be loadin' up for war
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