Hot Ones ft. Sol Lace Lyrics

I go hard, put my heart in this shit

And my soul, put my whole into this

I'm a knight, got a sword on my hip

My opps understand, 'cause I'm so over them

High as a bitch, but more sober than them

No October, you know I'm on ten

You ain't goated 'til you do it over and over and over and over again

I had to show up, and show out, and show off

This type of grind ain't something you just blow off

I put that shit on, whatever I throw on

Hop on a song, say whatever I feel on it

I got a hard-on, yo' bitch wanna feel on it

I go bananas, she see the appeal on me

Hot, but I'm cool as fuck, she wanna chill on me

I'm goin' in, she on the wall

She said "put that drill on me"

She flashy as fuck, and she eatin' it up

I feel like a meal on me

I do more of whatever I want, I just hope the good luck I had all along still on me

I give less of a fuck about whoever not rocking with Young, they not getting rid of me

I'm a one of one, and you more 1/10

And I walk with niggas that you want nothin' with

Don't you wanna be on winning side when it's clipped?

I'm a zombie, come be in my apocalypse

Sword on my side screaming "put me inside of skin"

I'm a troublemaker, see me like "not again"

I got night vision, I see bright from 9:00 to 6:00

My light never dim, and I'm not like none of them

Know we the shit, we the Hot Ones

Know we the shit, we the Hot Ones

Know we the shit, we the Hot Ones

Know we the shit, we the Hot Ones

Hop out and we photoshoot

Not just bitches, but cameras flashing us too

My crew hot as fuck, but they asking to cool it

I'm flipping the bird back at the flashing blue

Turn up with my troops

Get down with my set, my group

The ones that get my groove

My slimes gon' slide like Toosie

My left foot up, my right hand got my rifle

I'll un-life you

I'm the type to keep it tight too

I don't lose 'cause I don't like to

I ain't coming last

I ain't coming last

I ain't coming last

I ain't coming last

I be poppin' tabs just like I be poppin' tags

Holdin' designer, got the bag

If you not rockin' Rick, you go out bad

TBH, I don't really wanna listen

I'ma let you talk, but I'ma finish

Like one, two, then I pin 'em

And I'm right behind you like a center

And I'm ridin' in LA with the sinners

With my grills, got the dental, yeah ok

I just might take yo' girl out to dinner

'Cause I'm a dog freed out the kennel

Yeah, I be poppin', poppin', poppin', poppin' tags

Just like I be poppin', poppin' tabs

LSD on my fuckin' lip

Always ready for a trip

Lay it down, lay it down quick

Lay it down on yo' fuckin' lip

Just give me one look

Take yo' shorty, take her to the crib

Put it on her motherfuckin' head

No revives, you don't got no meds

You behind while we all ahead

Got a tool, grab it out the shed

Fix you up, I'm not talking 'bout meds

Listen up, did you hear what I said?

I'm getting mad, all I'm seeing is red

Know we the shit, we the Hot Ones

Know we the shit, we the Hot Ones

Know we the shit, we the Hot Ones

Know we the shit, we the Hot Ones

Know we the shit, we the Hot Ones

Know we the shit, we the Hot Ones

Know we the shit, we the Hot Ones

Know we the shit, we the Hot Ones