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its hot
Hip-Hop/Rap
its hot was released on May 15, 2026 by MTS Records as a part of the album its hot - Single
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Release DateMay 15, 2026
LabelMTS Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
tea2frosty
tea2frosty
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Travis Nukes
Travis Nukes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
tea2frosty
tea2frosty
Engineer
Dopeboy
Dopeboy
Producer

Lyrics

It's hot, someone turn the AC on
It's hot, someone turn the AC on
It's hot, you cannot tell me it's not
Too many guns in the spot
Got this hoe lookin' like cod
Love this hoe just for her bod
I'm really playin, this hoe is a vibe
I'm up right now, I'm thankin' the God
Ain't like no man, I look up to dad
I'm not alone, bitch, I'm thankin' the guys
I walk in the store and they gave me priority
I cut off the hoe, she said she need more of me
This runaway jacket ain't came with no warranty
She tell me they secrets, this hoe is a bird to me
I know you're surprised like how he get better
Walk in the spot and it rain no umbrella
Bought her some ricks, she came Cinderella
She on the roster, she don't know how to tell her
Hate that I'm flexing should've seen me at seventeen
If you ain't God, then no, you ain't bestin' me
Came in, I'm cookin, these boys want the recipe
Count up the green like piccolo special beam
I'm in that spot and my family proud
She actin' right, then I'm takin' her out
Brother on screens like he fakin' route
I'm tryna see what hate is about
Huh, turn me up, they call me the two, I'm in first place
Hella hoes, with the cake like a birthday
Bitch, I'm better than you on my worst day
I'm done, bitch, I said I'm done
Must've been hittin' the opps with water Bitch, you don't got a gun
I stopped tryin' at the thirty second mark Lil' bitch, I'm just havin' fun
I think I need an Olympic medal
The way I went on this run
Since 2022, I been that
Heard your man broke, where your man's at
Don't come on this block, get blammed at
I'm sassy, get blocked, can't stand that
Private jet, don't know where the land at
He die, I'm buyin' my man's back
I'm takin' my mom where the sand at
Tea him, like, bitch, I been sayin' that
I'm two, so tell me where your friend at
So high, I'm smokin, on jet-pack
My **** just caught him a new hat
Make a song they like, how you do that
Miss Parkwick, bitch, I'ma move back
Turn my opps to weed, this a boof pack
Allergic to broke, ****, move back
I'm tired of the scats, make a new cat
My **** is blood like a new tat
Like terrorists, asking where nukes at
I'm tryna go slide where my troops at
She left out to Florida with new ass
I came in the Tesla, got new gas
Try to test me, lil' bitch, and you won't pass
Came chrome heart belt, I won't sag
Feelin' gay when I pop out with new bag, uh-huh
Written by: Travis Nukes
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