Hot!

Call me Bucky nigga, lucky that I'm innocent, ah If I didn't have no morals, I'd be menacing, ah How 'bout nigga a rapping conscious buh he ignorant, ah How he from the hood but he still gon' go legitimate, ah How he fuck a bunch of bitches, but he still respect the women He still rolling in Sonata, he just got the windows tinted Homie stabbed me in the back and that could never be forgiven And my palms been itching, man, I like this superstition Hmm-mm-mm-mm, hmm-mm-mm-mm You can't have my phone number unless we running up the digits Let me meditate, I just need a couple minutes Try to lowball me, my cojones is still the biggest Bitch, I get hot (hot, hot) Ain't looking at the clock, still balling like Bron (hot, hot) Yeah, I'm headed to the bucks then I'm balling like Gian (hot, hot) Ain't looking at the clock still balling like Bron (hot, hot) Bitch I get, bitch I get, bitch I get hot (yeah) Let me meditate, then I celebrate Tryna get the cake, I don't take a break Mmm, yeah, bitch, wait Grew up in the '90s', we was watching Ricki Lake We was eating top Ramen or a TV dinner plate, uh Made a couple dollars, so I'll pro'ly get the steak Or I'm out at John and Vinnys, I told Quentin "I'll be late", ayy I'm so epidemic, I'ma cause an epidemic Put my feet up in the building Bitch, I'm feeling like a tenant, ah Bitch I get hot (hot, hot) Ain't looking at the clock, still balling like Bron (hot, hot) Yeah, I'm headed to the bucks then I'm balling like Gian (hot, hot) Ain't looking at the clock still balling like Bron (hot, hot) Bitch I get, bitch I get, bitch I get hot