hotheads ft. Kid Global Lyrics

Leave em scared

In this red key, and its push the start

Told my bitch i luv ha, through them thunderstorms she got my heart

I aint tweakin over no dirty bitch who pussy look like tar (yea, yea, yea)

I couldve fucked them friends all in the benz (yea, yea, yea, yea)

Have threesomes in the car (Set it off, yea, yea)

We was stackin all these bags, I told my patnas lets go and get it (on god)

Niggas bashed me on the media tryna fuck up my image

She wanna kno if she the only hoe, sorry i wont admit it

Im committed to handling business

At functions in my city

She comparing me to niggas, what the fuck? (fuck?)

Whipin that ms daisy benz, Twin be in that tonka truck

Ian askin for yo forgiveness, give a fuck about yo luck

(Thats on the gang, thats on the gang)

If its up it stuck

Just give me head, ion wanna fuck (thats on the gang, thats on the gang)

Aint gone cap lil nigga, please dont think this rappin shit a act (a act)

Hit em up and he still yappin, yea you know we spinin back

Lane switcha, yea the way the we be actin up in cats

Slide on yo block, and say "whats poppin" like my first name was Jack

Why she hate me wanna date, Had to pin the bitch like tac ( what?)

Go to the media for attention

I cant do nun of that (hell nah)

Sent 250 for that feature, he aint gettin his shit back (hell nah)

Try to show a bitch some love, she gone have a heart attack (oh my god)

We just spinned the block

All them flashes we just made a show (a flick)

He said that he hot as me, but he aint hot as kellio (hell nah)

Sit on my ass, i just puff exotic while my bitch collect my dough

A hothead

You piss me off, im outside tryna double the score (yea sum more nigga)

I keep one in da head, Ain't got no time to cock my Blick (bow)

Lookin for a perfect duo, This as flawless as it get (ok)

Dickies, Giovvani shoes, and trucker hats, My starter kit (yea, yea)

Don't do no exchanges, Pay the price, This ain't no barter bitch

Hard as shit

Rather flip a brick, Before I flip a bitch (yea)

Only thing he whackin is his dick

He ain't zippin shit

On retention, This shit here be god given

We can't solve it throwin blows, Then ima let dat rod fix it

Let get busy, Been a year since I got my diploma seal

Switch Dior for Valentino, I got good aroma still

I say bomboclatt a lot, But never tried Jamaican meals (what, what)

He want drama aye let's get it, Disconnect his gangsta grill (yea)

We dem generals for real, Lil hoe be careful how u step

Bitches want somebody real, But they ain't real wit they self (on god)

I be swimming in my bitch, I'm like a chocolate Michael Phelps (yea)

Don't never below the belt, To try to build u up some rep nigga (thats facts)