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 but ain't shoot a thing?

Why you be switching your gang?

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

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

You in your feelings, like stop all of that shit

Run down gang, beat him out his kicks

If I run out of out 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 to 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 til Chico a pack

You are a bitch, you not taking a risk

How the fuck you got shhh all over your dick?

Smoking your dead brother in my spliff

I can talk how I want because 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 'em down

Run down gang, chase 'em out of bounds

You know that 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 are 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 but ain't shoot a thing?

Why you be switching your gang?

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

I'm clicking and clicking until somebody gone

Look at them running like Rick

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

Like 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