Hot N***a

Ooh, you must be from Gleason

My bro died, I've been sliding since

Caught that one ****, left his ass on that fuckin' fence

They love it when I'm turnt

On these beats I be running

Hit that bitch from the side

Her pussy good, it got me cuming

He must think that I'm a hoe

Unto I came through dumping

Get a call that he'll around

Ima slide through, he ain't on nothin

I stand on business, tryna play tough that lifestyle

You ain't gone make it

He off too many drugs

It wasn't shit to get him wasted

Ask them hoes about me

Love it when they tell me I'm they favorite

She in her feelings, I ain't tryna cuff, I'm focused on my paper

Every time I'm in my feelings you gone hear some R.I.P.'s

Brody know we good, we ride around with fully A.R.P.'s

That love will get you back doors

If I can't get my black ops through your function

****, fuck your shows

If you ain't tryna shoot, then why the fuck you buy a gun for

Shoot at me, we going to war

You speak on gang and them, and you ain't even lock the back door

Two, three, four, five, six, how many hats I got

You worry about the wrong shit

****, get your stacks right

Step on the work in Jays got me feeling like I'm Mike

Keep that button on me, do it look like I fight

That bitch bite my flow, that little rappin' ass dyke

I'm not the type to hit hoes

But get to smacking like I'm Ike

I'm goin' M.I.A, I'm with your bitch, she fucking on me today

Her **** broke, he in the way

I'm out of town, I'm catching plays

He done sold his pole for a perk and some brand new jays

I should sign with Wavy Gang, I'm getting paid I'm M.I.A

I'm in your hood, I'm on your block, why the fuck I never see you ****

Y'all ain't got no money or no bitches, y'all some weak ****

Just because you post a gun, that don't make you street, ****

Slide on him blowing fen since he think he hot ****