Hotspot Lyrics – Enphamus
Singer: Enphamus
Title: Hotspot
I’ma walk ’em every time [I got 20 on my beat
Yeah, walk ’em
Down, FDE
Triple, yeah, get ’em
Uh
Uh-huh
Bullet connect to that boy like a hotspot
I walk ’round with my tool like I’m
All this fire in the spot got the spot hot
Said he was lookin’ for me, n#gg#, stop lyin’
I be all in your hood like a stop sign
Tryna catch me a soul when the sun down
It got hotter than hell in the sunshine
Police be lookin’ for me when the sun rise
Doggy sick of me rappin’ ’bout murder
He wanna get some and get on his #ss like a girdlе
Havin’ more water than Myrtle
I’m havin’ so many shеlls, almost turned to a turtle
And I’m smokin’ nothin’ but purple
Thankful the reverends, but I had enough of referral
I’m ’bout as hard as a corn
Don’t get it confused, you still can get popped like a kernel
Said he was lookin’ for shake
I be outside everywhere like these n#gg#s on crate
Swear if I fall off today
I’ma just go buy a scale, weigh that ho ’til it break
Know I keep one right in place
And I keep one in the head, catch one to the face
She gon’ catch one in her mouth
I’ma hit you at the telly, can’t come to my house
No, you can’t be at the spot
I’ma buy her a new Glock if she give me a drop
Man, all of these hoes be opps
I got evicted and instantly set up the shop
She helped me set up an opp
Upset a n#gg#, thought he was gon’ get us
That boy ain’t get nothin’ but popped
Say I’m the G.O.A.T. like LeBron, but I ain’t never flopped
You knew I never had folded
I, n#gg#s go look at my photo
Be feelin’ like I’m the coldest
I’m finna baby the industry, get in this stroller
And plus I came up on Panola
Deep in them ‘partments is right where my heart turned the coldest
I got the juice
I put the juice on my bombs and that’s how I come up with punchlines
Ayy, the labels compare me to Biggie and Tupac
So I ride ’round the city with two Glocks
Can’t let my legacy down on some hoopla
Who triple-K, shoot out the rooftop
I’m in his yard early morning like dew dry
I love all my choppers, I pay for a boob job
Bad lil’ ho named Jas from Utah
She givin’ sloppy, I fly her to Dubai
Ayy, the labels compare me to Biggie and Tupac
So I ride ’round the city with two Glocks
Can’t let my legacy down on some hoopla
Who triple-K, shoot out the rooftop
I’m in his yard early morning like dew dry
I love all my choppers, I pay for a boob job
Bad lil’ ho named Jas from Utah
She givin’ sloppy, I fly her to Dubai, ah [Bah]
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