On Hots Lyrics – Blockwork
Singer: Blockwork
Title: On Hots
Grrah, like
Grrah (grrah, grrah)
Every opp shot
Like, grrah (grrah, grrah)
Everything dead (like)
Grrah, like (bow, bow)
Every opp shot, like
Grrah, like
Everythingk (smokin’ all deads)
Grrah, grrah
Doak (new opp)
Grrah, grrah
Smokin’ all deads (everybody shot)
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah (bow, bow)
Grrah, grrah
Spin through the sev, and i ain’t tryna box (tryna what?)
Tryna what? these ain’t regular shots (grrah)
They be like, “yus, cool”, b#tch, i’m on hots (on hots)
Like, okay, b#tches settin’ the drop (tryna what?)
.357, been poppin’ a lot
H-hop out gang, but he died with his chop
b#tch, we them ‘ooters, all we do is pop
Like, free flock, get him shot
Send a kite, roll that boy in his spot
Boy in pc talkin’ silly with no knock
With the deuce i go ku, i be itchin’ to flock
Ap, my muddy, for him do a lot (do a lot)
Brodie gon’ pour up muddy, movin’ wock
Choppin’ ’em, pop out the dark, i’ma pop
Bro up the glock, tryna knock off a top
Like, oh, he dead, like, he in bed
When i’m with sha and all i see is dread
On pursuit, when i up it, they fled
The d’s on my bop, i’ll still shoot off the peg
Head-tap gang, keep one in the head
Bend through that block and all i see is red
Like, i’m a demon, i said what i said
Like, free flock, time to put him to bed
Spin through the mitch, like on the reg’
Got a glock with a dick, put the beam on his head
Jeebee a demon, i can’t stay off the meds
But i don’t box, we put one in your head
He with his b#tch, when i up it, they fled
Bro in the whip with the knock on his leg
Chop go, “grrah”, hit the back of the leg
Nazzy, rippy, james, dead
Like, can’t forget that jb should’ve fled
Movelook got hit in his head
It’s a new opp in the air, roll this dead
Mezzy, blay, rite, dead
Like ain’t no stoppin’ this sh#t
I know brodie gon’ flock
And we droppin’ his b#tch
Like, i heard they watchin’ his sh#t
Knocks in the car, don’t stop, keep flockin’ that b#tch
Like, get on that boy and i click
I got ptsd, who that in that whip?
Beam on the blick and it came with a switch
Like, bet i’m gon’ do him like rip
Better not run, don’t run, don’t trip
Got a beam on the blick, i’ma send him a tip
f#ck that, pop out the dark and i blitz
Like, b#tch, when i boom, better dip (bow, bow, bow)
Grrah, grrah
Spin through the sev and i ain’t tryna box (tryna box)
Tryna what? these ain’t regular shots
They be like, “yus, cool”, b#tch, i’m on hots
Like, okay, b#tches settin’ the drop (tryna what?)
.357, been poppin’ a lot
H-hop out gang, but he died with his chop (hop out)
b#tch, we them ‘ooters, all we do is pop (don’t run, don’t run)
Like, free flock, get him shot
Send a kite, roll that boy in his spot (grrah, grrah)
Boy in pc talkin’ silly with no knock
With the deuce i go ku, i be itchin’ to flock
Ap, my muddy, for him do a lot (do a lot)
Brodie gon’ pour up muddy, movin’ wock
Choppin’ ’em, pop out the dark, i’ma pop
Bro up the glock, tryna knock off a top (grrah, grrah)
Grrah, said i’m face of the bronx
Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom, like
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