HITR ft. Christian Blue Lyrics

You the hottest in the room

When you coming thru

Popped out with your girlies

Tryna pull up with my crew

At the venue so what's good

After hours in my hood

When you get to drinking

Always hit me with that look

So meet me halfway

Fuck who my BM is, that's last week

To sum it up shawty was mad fake

I'm counting up

This was your last day

So meet me halfway

If you know what's good

For the both of us

You know the truth

You hardly there for us

You know what to do

But she be better at it

Don't care if she lose

Or turn into a habit

But I keep my cool

She be outta fashion

Who been with who

I just let it happen

No more calls witchu you

No late night

No more coming thru

Outta spite

You the hottest in the room baby

But you rarely coming thru lately

But now they got me tryna choose baby

Also none of them are you baby

So she say she want a thug

Bitch you riding in the presence

Just unwrap it like the plug

Back again it's mr. ugh

Told her slide or it's a dub

Purple pink mixed in the cup

Been spinnin' yo hood for like a month

What's wit da front, what's the gate code

Baby lay on my lap when I ride in my whip like it's a draco

She want bankroll

Ugh

I might fuck around let you treat me like payroll

We don't do what they say so

And if I press that shit gone slide on sh' like cased closed

You the hottest in the room

When you coming thru

Popped out with your girlies

Tryna pull up with my crew

At the venue so what's good

After hours in my hood

When you get to drinking

Always hit me with that look

So meet me halfway

Fuck who my BM is, that's last week

To sum it up shawty was mad fake

I'm counting up

This was your last day

So meet me halfway