Hotter Than Hot Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Who that is? You know who it is nigga

You know that's Lil Tommy right there

That nigga hotter than hot

I be telling muthafuckas, they don't wanna listen though

Well fuck em tho

Little ma say I'm different and I'm lit

She like my vibe

She a 10 out of 10 and she bad

Wont waste my time

Young nigga, flexing I shine

Pull up, she hop in the drop

Lame niggas, they talk a lot

Real nigga hotter than hot

I'm that nigga baby

Pay for your hair, so I can pull that shit out

I'm in motion like a route, young nigga ain't never seen a drought

I want money nigga, you think I give a fuck about the clout

They keep on playing with me nigga

I'll send that blitz and sub you out

This that young and turnt, still Triple R

Couple thousand in my jeans

She say I'm mean whatever that mean

She get freaky behind them scenes

Internet gangsters they act different when they not in front of them screens

I got demons with me

Niggas got more guns than we got Marines (Uh-Huh)

Move like the President, it's evident

I'm deep inside her guts

I'm in Houston, took off like a Rocket

Niggas know wassup (Wassup)

My wrist shine bright

Lil Tommy don't sip liquor, I pour dirty Sprite

Little momma, I'm a sinner

I need god to get my soul right

Little ma say I'm different and I'm lit

She like my vibe

She a 10 out of 10 and she bad

Wont waste my time

Young nigga, flexing I shine

Pull up, she hop in the drop

Lame niggas, they talk a lot

Real nigga hotter than hot

It's time to stop the lame niggas from saying they lit

This shit ain't looking right

Stop hitting my line for features, you ain't got money and you can't rap alright

G nigga I been in the trap all night

Real nigga I ain't never been runna

Young nigga ain't never play basketball

But he know how to shoot like a 2

Bitch nigga can't do what I do

Get money distribute the crew

I'ma boss, nigga know how I move

Told her I love her, I got her confused

Beat up the pussy until that bitch bruise

Then when I'm done, you know I dismiss her

I give her to bro, Lil Tommy a pitcher

I ran up the money, I'm just getting richer

Rated R life, I'ma step for the gang

Rock Dior ain't shit

I blew 4 thousand on designer clothes

So I can write it off on my taxes

Level up, new brackets (Yeah)

Same gang, new rachets (On God)

I'm who they wanna be

Go through the back with a bag

Niggas be looking like, "Who is he?"

Nigga

Told y'all that nigga hotter than hot

Hotter than hot (Yeah)

Hotter than hot, hotter than hot

Hotter than hot, hotter than hot

I be tryna tell y'all that nigga hotter than hot