Hot Wheelz ft. Top G, B-Nas, Lil Doomut & Finatic Lyrics

IGetBandzAlot, Nigga, you know that (Yoom, yoom)

It's Nastyy (It's Sexyy)

A-Block, niggas know what the fuck goin' on (Yea, Gang)

We like Money, we like shootin' Guns too, you heard (Real bad, Gang)

Double Rs and X5Ms

Tryna pop a Velar out a 17 Benz

BA up the road, tryn' pop him a Lamb'

Still screamin', "FreeBankroll out that can"

Like, how you gon' run, if the Glock don't jam?

Turn him to a blunt, I'ma say it again

(Like, how you gon' run, if the Glock don't jam?

Turn him to a blunt, I'ma say it again)

I break shit down like a fraction

First time hittin'? I'm beatin' her back in

MenDawg in the Coupe, tryn' turn off the traction

Spin thru where? You know, we ain't lackin'

Screamin' "BabyLoc"? I'ma show him WassBrackin'

Like, it ain't no need for a napkin

Cuz', you know that we aimin' for chest, neck

I'll still send shots out the 'Vette

They callin' it quits, man, go get the Ref'

That nigga Police, watch out for that vest

Glock go "Boom!", I thought that he checked

Just aim and shoot, let God do the rest

Callin' it quits, man, go get the Ref'

That nigga Police, watch out for that vest

Glock go "Boom!", I thought that he checked (Swag, Swag)

Just aim and shoot, let God do the rest (Swag)

He comin' crazy, but I really shoot shit

Nigga, you don't wan' do this

I love the Bats, on some Babe Ruth shit

I'll pull up to ya' crib so ruthless

Bullets'll leave niggas steaked like Ruth Chris

Got hit in his face, now his shit lookin' stupid

We in a piece, go up for a new whip

Shaheed got the hammer? We swing with a new grip

14, bought my first gun

Went to my Pops, told him "I got a steel"

He said, "Be careful, head on the swivel while you in the field"

Niggas'll come from the blind side, tryn' catch a kill

I'm that same young nigga in wheels, tryn' go thru they block and leave niggas filled

Leave niggas still with this steel, I'll rob you and steal with the steel

I need a deal with some mills, I say what I feel, this shit real

Lil bro' must be off a pill, he think he gon' come thru this block? We gon' hit up the wheels

Grab my ski and the .9, before I leave the crib

Lil bro' cap, keep dissin' in raps (wraps) to get smoked like a cig'

Lil bitch on my dick, she see the print in my jeans like "Swagguh, you gon' make it big"

Bullets too big, hit his shit back-to-back

Catch me a Shiest'? Let me test my aim

I'm on the A', just me and my gang

Come thru here? You must be insane

I'm BigBlood, bitch, I'm MurdaGang

Flashin' ya' money, you must be a dummy

I got the 50, it poke like tummy

Dissin' on Top like, boy, is you a dummy?

Get hit in head, get wrapped like a Mummy

You walk in the house and I'm fuckin' ya' Mummy

She suckin' the dick, that bitch actin' nutty

Make her hop on the dick, she hop like a bunny

Like, shut the fuck up and take dick in ya' tummy

I'm fuckin' ya Mummy (Suck my dick, damnn)

He tryn' lurk for a Shark? Better go with his heart

I bet, he don't wan' get parked

Thinkin', he should've thought twice from the start

AMG, not at a GLE, this big shit fart

Aye, watch that nigga, that walk look fishy

1 false move? Then, he eatin' 50

In the booth, just me, Top G, Lil Raw, 5ivee0we and Doomizzy

Pop me a 10, now, I'm feelin' dizzy

If we ain't on the A'? Guaranteed, we on Izzy

Dissin' B-Nas? You losin' ya mental

I got a G2-3, this a pistol, but this shit hit like a rocket

We shake em' down, what the fuck in ya' pockets?

Free all the bros still stuck in the lockers

Free all the bros still stuck in the lockers (Rrahh-Rrahh, Im So Slimee)

We in a muhfuckin' rocket, this shit sound like "Yoom" (Skrt-Skrt), "Yoom" (Skrt)

Hop out, Glock go "Boom!"

You know it's us, when we walk in the room

We get shit shakin', turn up the tunes

It's his last day alive, that nigga doomed

No Handy Mandy, I keep me a tool

I'on do pills, cuz' that shit food

I smoke straight gas, I'on do no 'Shrooms

I stay cool, but, I'll still Blow like a Fan

Get touched with the heater, I'll give you a tan

Bullets gon' smack you, I'll give you a hand

You jump in the Water? Get left on the Land

I get money and I'on even scam

Lil5iveten, I get to them bandz

Nun' of you niggas could rap with me

Smoke me a rapper and turn him to rapper weed

He got packed like he was a bag of weed

I let it spark, he got lit like gasoline

I'm on the beat, charged up like a battery

Bro' keep a Tech like he work in a Factory

He pull up, slice shit like a pack of cheese

He wolf on the 'net, but, he is a wannabe

See him in person? I bet, he gon' run from me

He see my face? I bet, he gon' runaway

TopTrynScore just popped us a Hyundai

252, yea, he with the Gunplay

Better watch out, I'm lettin' the gun spray

We make a move? Then, you better andale

I put the Beam on his shit, it's a Sunny day

I'm tryn' send a nigga up to the sun today

Bitch (Bitch, like)

(I'm tryn' send a nigga up to the sun today)

(On bro', Damnn)

(Grrahh-Rrahh)