Hot Route

Open the noor Open the noor I'm getting angry Hop out Took a pit stop on the hot route Got nothing but time like a dropout I used to be happy I'm not now Yeah Might turn this rage to a bullet Point it and shoot at your mullet (bow) Don't call me buddy You are not in the discussion You better not interrupt it F*ck all that talking I'll smack your head like a Bop-it Your girl threw it at me I caught it It was whatever You could do better If I were you I would smoke a Beretta That hoe a leech Clearly belong to the streets Head was alright but that booty on fleek, fosholy New roly poly I'm dripping I might just walk with a limp and a cane Fur coat on me I'm pimping gang (Yeah) Used to ride the bus now I'm switching lanes (Yeah) Peanut butter inside paint white cane (Yeah) Pass on me now you remember the name (Yeah) Bitch, run it Say my name with your stomach Kaed Open the noor Pachi Open the door I unlock it I got the key in my pocket (yuhh) She gave me her number I block it I shoot the shit like I'm Stockton (Stockton) What do these hoes think they mean to me? I make 'em fiend like I'm nicotine I switch it up like a guillotine Top of the rappers are me and me This ain't the first Redline was cursed Millis on millis we put in the work I need a milli 'for I'm in the dirt Throw it to Philly like my name is Hurts Took a little break and I'm back now Everybody wanna have a track now Don't hit my phone like "What's up?" and "What's good?" Little man I think you need to back down Shout out to Duce Shout out to Roy Shout out to J.D. and all of my boys Problems with me you should probably avoid Pull up on me you get hit with the toy It's Kaed and Pachi, bitch You thought its over it's not I got the semi for Timmy you bot (Bow) Give me the rock I ought to dunk it Roll through the residential music bumping Middle finger waving saying nothing I got the pack I got a dozen Take my brain and bake it in an oven Man I'm buzzing Got a hundred fucking reasons why I run it Man I'm a coming up Post to the story Me with a 40 I'm in the house Cory (Cory) Back to the telly I'm getting cozy I'm with some twins like I'm Mosby Bad Trap queen doing dishes F*ck a 'Rari got a Glock in the Civic (Vroom) Got a bottle of Ciroc that I'm sippin' (Cheers) F*ck sorry you do not get forgiven Never been forgiven and I never stop sinning Got your girl on top and you probably think she missing But I got her in the kitchen and she's whipping up that stir fry Flex it like I'm Herb Just another day at So-Fi Oh my, god I'm winning 27 club feeling like I'm John Lennon Eeny meeny miny these hoes I'm picking And you need to get a life look at me I'm living Shoot like a missile I make it whistle Hit you like a sock full of nickels Kick it like soccer I'm sipping Proper I'll cut you up like a doctor Drop the top and wave like Mr. Rogers Flick the wrist like I just made the roster Drip the fit like a motherfucking flosser Twinnie twin twin Son I'm your father Hop out Took a pit stop on the hot route Hop out Took a pit stop on the hot route Might turn this rage to a bullet Point it and shoot at your mullet (Bow) You are not in the discussion You better not interrupt it