Hot 97 Lyrics

I don't know why I get cold when I write

Shit gas like I kept the stove on all night

You know

I've been hot since 97

Better I ask flex

Making love if we fucking

I don't have sex

Letting time pass while I'm chilling on the glass deck

Lately when I close my eyes

All I see is Redd like my last ex

Past stress that I used to have

Like I gotta pass gas

Used to let my niggas cheat

Just so they could pass class

My neck a brag

I never check a tag

I should be a airport agent

How all day I just check a bag

After bag after bag after bag

After mf bag

It don't ever get old Tuck everlast

People assume I got money

Niggas never ask

Gone make me forever spazz

And you know I'm never last

Aye

You know Kid come first

You can do your dirt

Cause Kid done worst

Make an atheist say Amen

When I end this verse

Only place for hater is in this hearse

Or a body bag

I done seen bodies and bodies and bodies

Like Franklin I need some army tags

I dare a mime to copy that

This for all my dogs

Who hate a copycat

I hate when a ho tell my business

So I send her where the lobby at

She apologize and I never say sorry back

To her sorry ass

Shorty said she wanna fuck

I said I'll prolly pass

I'd rather go and get my Bonnie back

On my Clyde shit

Piece on the side

That 40 like my side chick

This fortune tell her do what I say like a psychic

Oh I think they like this

Verse cold like I wrote it with a ice pick

Another day working on the night shift

Miles or Kid Cut

Whoever the fuck you claim to be fuck you

I mean you don't even love me now

Or later

You haven't even been texting me

Where the fuck you been

You can love me now

Just don't love me later

All the signs point to me

Cause they know I'm greater

Middle finger to a hater

Take that to ya grave

To your tomb mf raider

Or we can let it rock

Like a fucking crater

I'm a painter how I paint a picture

With the scripture I could buy some acres

Any takers

Niggas taking shots

I just need the one that's in the chamber

Where's the waiter

Cause if niggas taking shots

Then it better be fucking jager

With a chaser

Or imma get to sending people to meet their maker

Meet they savior

Cause ion fuck with all these niggas

I feel like Kramer

Niggas faker

Than the ones you get from

Walmart that look like tailors

Whoever want smoke with me

I bet that they gone need inhalers

I bet they gone need a favor

I bet that they gone need me later

One of my favorite traits of mine

Is that I don't fuck with traitors

They can't help to be fake

I'm knowing it's in their nature

But I can knock hater down with a clip

Shorter than the fucking trailer

Its a movie when I spit

I'm the kid who on his shit

Like a baby in the crib

They want me to change this layer

But you know I'll never quit

I want the smoke I never hid

Unless I'm flying off the grid

In Diana just like a Pacer

Kid cutting just like a razor

On my wrist yea that's a glacier

She a demon I gotta slayer

On her knees but ain't no prayers

Shorty bad like my behavior

Kid bad like 2nd graders

On my grind just like a skater

Love me now don't love me later