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Hot - Key Glock

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Hey

Hey I know I'm hot

And you not, hah

All these niggas say they hot, shit you must not heard of Glock

Mister pull up let it pop, mister don't play 'bout his guap

And ever since a tot I been playin' 'round with them blocks

Close your legs, hoe give me top, and my coupe cruise like a yacht

Pipe down lil' nigga, you ain't hot

I just left the lot, yeah you know I gets a lot

Very large amounts, yeah you know what I'm about

No we don't play around, get 'em in and get 'em out

Goddamn all this water got me drownin'

VVS's, forty thousand my medallion

I been fly bitch, I don't need no pilot

Every time I'm Gucci'd down, I be stylin'

Racks for my shirt, belt, and shoes, I'm fresher than you

Just pulled up in the coupe, had the kids like ooh

No I don't wear no Trues, but my pockets on Buddha

My chopper got a cooler, pull up, we bust your medulla

Goddamn Lil' Glock, you too hot

How you wreck your bands and get another drop?

How you put all of them diamonds in your watch?

Why the fuck you go and get another charm?

All these niggas say they hot, shit you must not heard of Glock

Mister pull up let it pop, mister don't play 'bout his guap

And ever since a tot I been playin' 'round with them blocks

Close your legs, hoe give me top, and my coupe cruise like a yacht

Pipe down lil nigga, you ain't hot

I just left the lot, yeah you know I gets a lot

Very large amounts, yeah you know what I'm about

No we don't play around, get 'em in and get 'em out

Same young nigga ridin' 'round with them rounds

You just the same nigga ridin' 'round talkin' down

Nah we don't play around, turn your smile into a frown

Make my niggas clear the crowd

Run in when them guns sound (gang shit)

Ah shit, breakin' news, he got hit with the tool

They came up on the block and then they popped him and got loose

They came up on the block and then they sweeped it like a broom

I came up off the block then turned all my rocks into jewels, bitch

All these niggas say they hot, shit you must not heard of Glock

Mister pull up let it pop, mister don't play 'bout his guap

And ever since a tot I been playin' 'round with them blocks

Close your legs, hoe give me top, and my coupe cruise like a yacht

Pipe down lil' nigga, you ain't hot

I just left the lot, yeah you know I gets a lot

Very large amounts, yeah you know what I'm about

No we don't play around, get 'em in and get 'em out