Red Hot ft. Nuka Lyrics

Yeah

Cross em' up like hot sauce, when they pop em' he going be red hot

I can't be hangin' around no fiends, they only good when they meds pop

Put his casket on the shelf, I bet they label his ass dead stock

I know NH, who got his thumbs up, I know a nigga who got his friend dropped

Niggas dead, y'all still dissin, y'all should've been stopped

I seen my brother hit the run, went house to house just like he Bin Ladin

He off a 10, walkin' round, tellin' people that he been poppin

50 burger in this clip, I'm throwin' bullets just like Ben Roethilis

No Fortnite, he play around, we not the jug out em

That's still my brother to the end, ion care if that nigga got a drug problem

This toxic love that we in, me and this bitch got some love problems

Ain't no semi in this heat, I bet the fully, knock the nugs out em

They pape slow, they still goin, they should've been stop

Won't see no cuffs on my wrist, I'm goin' out just like Bin Ladin

He walkin' round just like Uzi with a Uzi, cause he been rockin

He drop my L, then he out the game, that nigga turn to Ben Roethlis

(Another man happiness is another man's problem)

Another man happiness is another man's problem

I should've been in Spider-Man, my right hand turned slimey

I see you and your feelings, tell that nigga get the fuck around me

I do the race with this .40, I hope them people don't time me

Too many times in my dreams, I seen them people tryna slime me

I got that bitch on my waist, I turn his body straight salami

Lil bro, out here fightin a case, the prosecutors tryna time em

We just some niggas from West Knox tell them people come and sign us

Volunteer up on the field, cause you know I get a sack

Uzi mark he got that Lo, so you know I run it back

Ain't no nigga fuckin with me in this bitch and that's a fact

I'll pull up on your hoe, I whip my dick out, pull her track

Freak bitch tryna love me sorry baby I want the cat

Slimey of the slimey in the Chrysler with the slatt

Lil brodie off a perc with the draco in the back

Head above the swivel, blicky on we never lack

If you my brother, ain't no way I can do you wrong

I gave my heart to a bitch and she turned it chrome

From Western Ave to Minnesota, bitch I'm from that zone

A nigga do me dirt, I swear to God I'ma leave him prone

They see me in a infinity, they might think that I got the stones

Don't come around acting funny, lil' nigga Ion know what you on