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Hot Kut Da Fan On, ayy, yeah Double O Lil' Baby, bitch (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) Uh All I know run up the check I'ma do that 'til I'm dead Nah, ain't never gon' stop Booger baguettes, they fall from my nose to my neck And I be covered in snot I'm a boss-ass nigga, can't sit on the phone, lil' thot Ho, is you fuckin' or not? For some my niggas all they know beat up the pot I'm tryna get all of 'em out Like, oh shit Got a switch on the Glock I don't know shit, how yo' mans get popped? I'm frozen, iced out, oh Lord I'm the coldest, why they be callin' me Hot? Shit I been did they be tryna re-route Last nigga ran up on the gang, he flopped In the Hellcat, nigga, I don't see cops Spot 'em, I got 'em, but I don't beatbox I don't beatbox, spot 'em, got 'em, yeah, but I don't beatbox Stick got dirty again, re-wash Leave a nigga again in the window rear bar All this money out here, beefin' over hoes Things wrapped in a beatbox All these commas out here, niggas gettin' shows Said, "Fuck Corona fever" Hotboii froze the store with a heater These hollows, they hot, and diamonds can not They'll change that gangsta whole demeanor Niggas talk smoke, never rolled a reefer Can't turn no hoe to a household I know all these hoes so deceivin' I know I had to turn around my whole demeanor I used her throat just to hold my semen I had told people, "Don't leave me," they left, I ain't give up Nigga, you ain't came where I came from No life, VVS lit up I can get a nigga wet, lit up All the dead opps get lit up We done got the crowd all lit up Like bullets flyin' all in the club All I know run up the check I'ma do that 'til I'm dead Nah, ain't never gon' stop Booger baguettes, they fall from my nose to my neck And I be covered in snot I'm a boss-ass nigga, can't sit on the phone, lil' thot Ho, is you fuckin' or not? For some my niggas all they know beat up the pot I'm tryna get all of 'em out Like, oh shit Got a switch on the Glock I don't know shit, how yo' mans get popped? I'm frozen, iced out, oh Lord I'm the coldest, why they be callin' me Hot? Shit I been did they be tryna re-route Last nigga ran up on the gang, he flopped In the Hellcat, nigga, I don't see cops Spot 'em, I got 'em, but I don't beatbox
Writer(s): Jacob Atl Jacob Canady, Javarri Walker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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