HOT CHEETOS

him life steal I got a hold on hoes, I got a rose, my gold

 I got one hand, that's from my blick, you gotta hold my phone

 I'll kick a b***h out if she don't know my song

 Rishi bout to go platinum with no robots on I done stepped on so much dope, I need a shoe

 deal A hundred K is not enough, I need like two

 mil My b***h don't got no attitude, she kinda

 too chill For me to start my day off right, I need the

 blue pill You can call me Adidas, I got some stripes

 on me My life lit, so I can't leave without my pipe

 on me Might be with Blade, but that don't mean I

 Said the Rolls on the block, shit, it's hot again

 Ayy, I got motion like a tight end We use guns, we don't post, we know we not

 them And if he can't up a dub, shit, he's not

 him Fully's a chop, tell him no, yeah, they ain't

 gon' try them Cook a n***a, catch him black, and we gon'

 fry him Yeah, you fine, but lil' b***h, you always

 lyin' Head tap, ain't no need for no sirens

 Way outside, and you b***h n****s hidin' Hot Cheetos from the clip, yeah, they flyin'

 All that chiller while these goofy n****s dyin'

 All that chiller while these goofy n****s dyin'