On Hots

Hop out the V, I hit 'em with the thunder I'm trying to send that boy under Chico a bitch, he ain't do shit, he ain't get back for his brother How are you with it but ain't shoot a thing? Why you be switching your gang? Your brother a bitch, he died on you, if I catch you I turn you into a strain Now I'm on hots, why are you texting my bitch? You in your feelings, like stop all of that shit Run down gang, beat him out his kicks If I run out of out bullets, beat him with the grip Ayo Rizzy, let's go get him Brodie with me, we trying to make a victim New opp died, yeah he went missing They tell me to chill out, but I'ma keep dissing I know he mad, I know he sad I'm not your brother, not going out bad He gave me a reason to black I cannot wait til Chico a pack You are a bitch, you not taking a risk How the f*ck you got shhh all over your dick? Smoking your dead brother in my spliff I can talk how I want because I'm doing that shit Run down gang, we ain't doing no walking Jeffrey Dahmer, yeah these bullets gon' stalk him Catch me a Chico, now he in a coffin He is a bitch, like why the f*ck he talking? Like what, like how? Catch me a opp, you know I knock 'em down Run down gang, chase 'em out of bounds You know that I'm the best out of my town Catch me a opp, I beat him with the blicky You know I'm throwing like fifty I know he mad, I know he sad, your ex is showing me her titty Ayo Chico, where are you at? Hop out the V, I'm toting on the gat Run down gang, beat him with a bat I pull up on him, hit him up in his back Hop out the V, I hit 'em with the thunder I'm trying to send that boy under Chico a bitch, he ain't do shit, he ain't get back for his brother How are you with it but ain't shoot a thing? Why you be switching your gang? Your brother a bitch, he died on you, if I catch you I turn you into a strain It's Rizzy The G and I'm making a scene What you gon' do when you run into me? Bitch, I'm the n**** who started this shit None of you n***** is fucking with me I shoot with the left, I feel like Ginobli Two-four on my back, I feel like I'm Kobe Bitch, I'm a thief in the night, put a O in his back, I'm calling him Brody Yo MK, let me know what these n***** really trying to do I been fiending, trying let it boom Trying to smoke a n**** like a stoof These n***** be fake, fabric Word to my mother, they made it a habit These n***** be chatting Just like a fitted, these n***** be capping Bitch, I'm fiending to click I'm clicking and clicking until somebody gone Look at them running like Rick I'm dunking on n*****, I feel like LeBron Like why are these n***** always on my dick? Give me a reason, I'm slapping a bitch I'm feeling like gel, like give me a grip He going to get put in the sky like a mother fucking blimp