On Hots ft. General Rizz Lyrics

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, you ain't shoot a thing

Why you be switching your gang?

Your brother a bitch, he died on you, if I catch you, turn you to a strain

Now I'm on hots, why you texting my bitch?

You in your feelings, stop all that shit

Run down gang, beat him out his kicks

If I run out of 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 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 until Chico a pack

You are a bitch, you are not taking a risk

How the fuck you got all over your dick?

Smoking your dead brother in my spliff

I can talk how I want 'cause 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 fuck he talking?

Like what, like how?

Catch me a opp, you know I knock him down

Run down gang, chase him out of bounds

You know 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 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, you ain't shoot a thing

Why you be switching your gang?

Your brother a bitch, he died on you, if I catch you, turn you to 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 feinding, trying to 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 feinding to click

I'm clicking and clicking until somebody gone

Look at 'em running like Rick

I'm dunking on n***** I feel like LeBron

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