HOTshitTHOTshit Lyrics

That boy don't do trap shit, that boy don't do bangin

Chopper get to slaying, chopper get to slaying

Me and my chopper, do a look, flippin' pages through your book

We runnin' drills through your hood, runnin' drills through your hood

You think it's fun and games, we will leave you dead, we'll leave you slain

Bullet hit your temple, hit your brain, nigga, you's a lame

We know how to play your fuckin' games, nigga, we insane

Cause I'm a mastermind, bitch, we parallel we do the same

Yeah, I do hot shit, my bitch, she do thot shit

Cruisin' on the block in brothers whip, yeah, that's that hot shit

Suck me up in the back of car, yeah, that's that thot shit

Yeah, she a succubus, bitch, she suck me up, yeah, she a caution

Yellin', shawty thought I was playin', but I can't do no stayin

Yeah, I fucked her in the pussy, she a demon, I do slayin

Yeah, it's ben, I'm on that hot shit, niggas keep on playin

Ayo, bitch, she on that thot shit, she just give me brain

And no, I can't lack because all them niggas be off shit

I'ma shred em up, blend em up, put em in a mix

Yeah, I'm on that hot shit, choppa get a sling

Yeah, yo, bitch, she off that thot shit, she just give me brain

Me and my brothers, we insane, we got venom in our veins

Yeah, we masked up like we bane, we gon' make you feel this pain

That boy don't do trap shit, that boy don't do banging

Choppa get a sling, choppa get a sling

Me and my choppa do a look, fliping them pages through your book

We're runnin' drills through your hood ' drills through your hood

That boy don't do trap shit, that boy don't do banging

That boy don't do trap shit, that boy don't do banging

That boy don't do trap shit, that boy don't do banging

That boy don't do trap shit, that boy don't do banging

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