Hot Streak

Hot Streak, hot Streak On a muthafuckin' hot streak Yeah Look, okay, she send her pics to me before they hit the gram All night we run up numbers on her fitness app This a cricket match, couple day affair with your wifey Think she leaving with my hoodie, told her give it back Stop off at the hometown, looking like I'm still the man I see some epitomes of what it's like to finish last I wonder what it's like to drop, and they ain't feeling that Been through a lot, but I've never had to deal with that And fuck a bottom bunk, I'm done laying low I'm done acting like the inner me ain't made of gold Solid to the core, I could never play a role And if she tryna choose, tell her I won't take a rose Known to hit, make her fall in love and take her soul Yeah I'd check the body count, but I ain't saving bones This her new favorite song once I go and lay the vox Circle staying close, strangers taking notes, so we stay at home Traps hot, Macaulay Culkin at the cribbo Y'all done set the bar so low, it got the game I love in limbo Guess I gotta go and save it, kill 'em off and bait the minnows Tryna fry the bigger fish, and set the table for the kinfolk I'm pulling out the fine china, If I pulled out a globe, I bet you couldn't find china Can't relate to a nigga if he never left the states I'm a Kanagawa baby, I'm Japanese born & raised I heard that you got pressed, started telling names You obsessing over hoes, she reply, I let her wait Had to grow up at the tender age of ten and change Saw Gladys up the nine on dude and haven't been the same Haven't been the same Swear to god I ain't been the same Man I practice passion over pussy, self discipline Used to front for some pussy, been a minute since I've spent an hour plus crafting up responses Now it's no remorse with it, I'ma send a "K" to her long text Like who's fallin' victim, not me In the zone with the hits on a hot streak I couldn't fall off if I tried Got the sauce, and the look up in my eyes So she send her pics to me before they hit the gram All night we run up numbers on her fitness app This a cricket match, couple day affair with your wifey Think she leaving with my hoodie, bitch give it back Stop off at the hometown, looking like I'm still the man I see some epitomes of what it's like to finish last Tell me what's its like to drop, and they ain't feeling that Been through a lot, but I've never had to deal with that Hot streak, hot streak On a muthafuckin' hot streak