This Is Why I'm Hot

Yeah, yeah Bitch, yeah Trap door, 24 shell cases on the floor I up it and let it blow, yeah I got this under control Choppas with laser sights, in the dark they gon' glow I aim and i dump the clip, that bitch sound like it might explode I'm ridin' with dark tint, I'll shoot if you start shit This choppa hold about sixty, it's gon' leave you armless Can't love 'cause I'm heartless, I'm filled up with darkness He talkin' 'bout killin' me but I know that he harmless We got them 30 rounds, them 50s, them hundreds too Bank roll that's in my pocket, got nothin' but hundred blues They follow what I do, they watchin' all of my moves The wanna be just like me, it's monkey-see-monkey-do This is why I'm hot, I'm colder than Papa Dot You get it? Because he froze when Eminem threw the shots Got rich off of sellin' pot and, trust me, I sold a lot I'm finally gettin' bands, my pockets filled up with knots I'm hot like a summer day, I'll kill you a hundred ways My sniper's gon' knock you out before you can step my way Can't tell you my legal name, want money you keep the fame Ain't sparin' nobody life, you dead if I start to aim Spin his block with a choppa, ain't no callin' the doctor If you wanna disrespect me I'm more than likely gon' pop you Pop an X with some vodka, no I'm not into drama I'm just gon' shut my own mouth and smoke all my marijuana My flow on this sum' else, payed 350 for my belt Got MCM, Feragamo, and Louis V off the shelf I got it all by myself, ain't askin' you for your help Yeah I got left for dead, I ain't trustin' nobody else I just need me a bag and a 30 round loaded mag So I can go visit my opps and make 'em bleed like the rag I barely know my own dad and no that shit isn't sad 'Cause if he hadn't have left who knows what life I would have Promise, I'm fully paid, rock Jordans made out of suede Choppa hit 'em with heat, I call it Dwayne Wade I think I'm goin' in, I swear this shit gon' go viral The only reading i'm doing is sum' scriptures out the Bible I used to have to rob, my instincts were pure survival And your homie dead, bitch, ain't no point checkin' his vitals So this is why I'm hot, I'm trappin' straight out the spot The police is on my ass what little proof that they got No I ain't gettin' caught, I'd rather be dead and shot Dudes really in there snitchin' and sending they bros to rot So this is why I'm hot, I'm trappin' straight out the spot The police is on my ass with little proof that they got No I ain't gettin' caught, I'd rather be dead and shot Dudes really in there snitchin' and sending they bros to rot, yeah Uh, yeah This is why I'm hot