Hot (feat. Pusha T & Boo-Bonic)

Hey 'Rell this beat is Hot, Hot You know I keep a chrome, under seats and in the home Without speaking you'll give me your chain I'm Da Vinci, don't make me draw ya pain They call me 'Sco, short for Rosco P. Coldchain Hey 'Rell this beat is Hot It go hot waist, Desert taste Four pounds of metal, triangle face Hesi-tate, never, I'll put hole in whoever Don't make Push Russian-Roulette ya Gamble wit' ya life Change came from cocaine I've measured White was the treasure, comfort was the steel I pedal to the corner like a child on a big wheel Flow more sicker, so much shake in the street They measure my weight in Richter Make no mistake, I rhyme for the public But still I push weight that make the ghettos quake By all means, I've seen, I've lived By 22 years old, 50 thousand dollar vehicles I rimmed My dreams start over the stove I ran over the globe and back again You know I keep a chrome, under seats and in the home Without speaking you'll give me your chain I'm Da Vinci, don't make me draw ya pain They call me 'Sco, short for Rosco P. Coldchain Y'all niggas really ain't got a pot to piss in Or a window to throw it out of I'm filthy but you better believe I got over a stack in my pocket though Iceberg on the seams of my jeans? No! I'm a Dickies and Timbs man, I'm not no Benz man Delta '88 on rims man, with mirror tint And four of my most militant men who's trying to stay sucka free That's why they hang around me, cause I ain't print Left em for diamonds and pearls, I'm not no bitch I choose a mack before that attached 100 shot clip I scare the shit outta bank tellers so I can become rich That's how I make my living, I give em encouragement, "You're doing great!" Keep chillin while I'm flashing the Glock in their face I show em I can be appreciative, I tell em thanks for giving I'm sinning! But Allah knows that I have three children Now I'm somewhere in Utah relaxing to Jazz with a broad Quarter mill in a stash, avoiding the law from far You know I keep a chrome, under seats and in the home Without speaking you'll give me your chain I'm Da Vinci, don't make me draw ya pain They call me 'Sco, short for Rosco P. Coldchain I'm starting wit the man in the mirror Mask need to make that change That real doe, that point something paper Like a 4.6 on a Range, new shit Look, 'Bonic really been through shit Pay close attention when Boo' spit Uh, lack of that'll get you hit And don't care who you'll come back through with, been around Nigga front like he want his car spin around Window drop block pop, spin around Niggas stand up, looking for 'em, sit em down And ya see 'em laid out That's why when I was young I stayed out And plus being pussy ya niggas is played out I made means to get that cream We all playas, all they say is, "How you get that team?" You know I keep a chrome, under seats and in the home Without speaking you'll give me your chain I'm Da Vinci, don't make me draw ya pain They call me 'Sco, short for Rosco P. Coldchain