Hotshot

(Bloodhounds)

(Vinso)

(Fu-fuck ONE YEAR)

Talkin' bullshit, you gon' make me act up

You ain't on shit, you don't need to act tough

Stupid little kid, you can call me Forrest Gump

I'm recording hits, 30K in a month

Money stuffed to my Prada duff

I-I, I got racks, but it's not enough

Need the cash, need to flip this dough

Choppa sing like la-la-la

Check comin' in, rock it out like it's federal

Ask me why I need these pills, don't worry, they just medical

Got a fuckin' feel of imbalance in my chemicals

Go in for the kill, I can see you in my reticle

I just got this drop and your boyfriend on the fentanyl

All you do is flaunt, you should just fucking forget it, bro

I'm a hotshot with this Glock, feel professional

I'ma run it, pop, tell the cop it was ethical

Check comin' in, rock it out, fe-federal

Ask me why I need these pills, don't worry, me-medical

Got a fuckin' feel of imbalance, che-chemical

Go in for the kill, I can see you in my reticle-cle

I can never stop, bro, it's money over death

Playin' with the thoughts runnin' 'round inside my head

Ballin' at the mall, bought you something, can you guess?

Christian Louboutins in the box, bloody red

I'm the boss to these boys, they resent

Bitch, I feel like Sg, 17 again

If you done me wrong, don't expect me to forget

Singing all my songs, same room as my bed

Your lips so sweet and I can't speak

Le-le-let me show you what I can be

Prada shoes we dirty dancing

Feeling so fragile, like Bambi

Talkin' bullshit, you gon' make me act up

You ain't on shit, you don't need to act tough

Stupid little kid, you can call me Forrest Gump

I-I'm recording hits, 30K in a month (Icon)

Money stuffed to my Prada duff

I-I got racks, but it's not enough

Need the cash, need to flip this dough

Choppa sing like la-la-la

Check comin' in, rock it out like it's federal

Ask me why I need these pills, don't worry, they just medical

Got a fuckin' feel of imbalance in my chemicals

Go in for the kill, I can see you in my reticle