Hot Hot Lyrics – Hotboy Due
Singer: Hotboy Due
Title: Hot Hot
Pull up let off 60 (i say 60)
I set the tone for all the murder in the city (we set the tone b*tch)
B*tch u know we stand on business (grr)
We got it hot hot
Dont even got to ask me a question you know imma step (step)
B*tch u know that imma step
On 60 (Let’s go)
Who the f#ck said they got the city shook say b*tch we got it hot hot
We the ones who put the semis on the Glocks and open opp-shop
Lil back-end tryna cop cop, just banging with a thot thot, she gets the lo then send it after that she get a hot shot
My bag big i drop it on you, b#tch givе me a reason
I influencе the influenced turned my youngin to a demon (Lil one a demon), say he wanna snatch a soul for 60 on his momma and he mean it
Put him in that cut, lil one gon drill that’s on my my momma i had seen it
Just check the scoreboard sh#t get blew up out of margin every season, put the chains around my neck when i come through i be beaming
B*tch i’m not b#llsh#ttin, i’m not basic, not them other guys that you see
B*tch i be popping sh#t forreal, it’s crystal clear don’t need no lenses
Lil b*tch i’m, too bloody, one soul times four, hanging out the window with that rrrr you know what it’s hitting for
Come shot at me you try n*ggas gon die soon as that b*tch warm
Tapped lil one leg, mad as f#ck cause he ain’t dead
I say we zip sh#t up for the culture, bunch of souls levitating, fly high just like a vulture
Now his partners steady talking about what prices he gon offer but don’t even got a bag, i’m on your #ss don’t get me started
On my dick bad just get up off it. (On my dick bad)
Who the f#ck said they got the city shook say b*tch we got it hot hot
We the ones who put the semis on the Glocks and open opp-shop
Lil back-end tryna cop cop, just banging with a thot thot, she gets the lo then send it after that she get a hot shot
My bag big i drop it on you, b#tch give me a reason
I influence the influenced turned my youngin to a demon, say he wanna snatch a soul for 60 on his momma and he mean it
Put him in that cut, lil one gon drill that’s on my my momma i had seen it
I’m out my mind, a stable creature
Elementary school i put that f*cking batter on my teacher and ain’t sh#t changed, just got worser so what i think i’d do to you people
B*tch i throw M’s, it stand for murder i’m always rapping what i’m preaching
All they want is a reaction or attention i ain’t seeking, what’s your body-count? I got too many, father God forgive me, i’ve been worshipping the devil business, trying to find some healing, picking up more iron than planet fitness, standing on that business
No fatigue, i’m steady spinning b*tch
Too bloody, one soul times four
Too bloody, one soul times four
Too bloody, one soul times four
Hanging out the window with that rrr
You know what it’s hitting for
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