I’ma make it hot, hot, I’ma make it hot

I was blazing pot, I got sent a naked shot

It said, “There’s a sacred spot I’ve got, come and make it hot

My God, I’ve been taking shots, my friend started taking shots (Click!)

And now we are hang-o-v-e-r." Someone pulled a prank on me

Gotta tell you what it ain’t gon’ be. Gotta be a frank OG

You wouldn’t bank on me, rode on fumes and had my tank on E

So long to relationships that I would hold on to until it sank on me

That’s a lot. It’s a pity ‘cause you’re hot

Oh my God, babygirl thick as a plot

What a shock, at least you gave me a shot

‘Cause I’m hot, hot, hot, hot…

I want mine, baby. I want it all the time, baby

What’s on your mind, baby? You look at me like I’m crazy…

I want mine, baby. I want it all the time, baby

What’s on your mind, baby? You look at me like I’m crazy… I want mine

I’ma make it hot, hot. I’ma make it hot

I’ma take hip hop, rock, and I’ma make it pop

I’ma make it pop-lock, and I’ma make it bop

I’ma make you shop, cop, and I’ma make it stop

… I’ma take it far

I’ma raise the bar … I’ma chase the stars

I’ma Snow Patrol this bitch, I’ll be chasing cars

From the city of gold in this bitch, I was raised with scars (I was raised with scars)

That’s a lot. Such a pity but it’s not

Oh my God, shit ain’t pretty at the top

What a shock, at least they gave me a shot

‘Cause I’m hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot…

I want mine, baby. I want it all the time, baby

What’s on your mind, baby? You look at me like I’m crazy…

I want mine, baby. I want it all the time, baby

What’s on your mind, baby? You look at me like I’m crazy… I want mine

I’ma make it hot, hot. I’ma make it hot

I’ma take this pot of rot and I’ma make it knock

**** wasting cops, got shot in a vacant lot

Like, “I’ma take this Glock to the block and I’ma make it hot.”

Murdered in cold blood for a heater, man. It’s hard enough just tryna be a man

But all these boys wan’ be the man, no Tinkerbell, but they’re Peter Pan

Low singles sales, it don’t linger well, but I’ll ring your bell like the pizza man

I’ll bring a barrel of a thing that’s virile at a singer’s peril on a feature, man

That’s a lot. Had my stomach in a knot

Oh my God, I think I just lost the plot

What a shock, at least I never got shot

‘Cause I’m hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot