H0T IN H3RE Lyrics

Okay, cool

My bitch likes everything new

Match her fit with a bag from Lou

That bitch came with attitude

Every time she talks, she's rude

I flex this money all blue

Two bands for a new pair of shoes

In a Vette, it ain't got no room

In a Vette, it ain't got no roof

I'm driving this bitch like a cop car

I'm sipping this shit, it's Wockhardt

I'm rocking this fit, all Chrome Heart

I'm rocking this fit, all Chrome

And that bitch just play with her phone

I'm pouring a cup with a hoe

I'm pouring the lean on a hoe

She likes when her knees hit the floor

In her throat when her man called

I put her on FaceTime

Got no kids, she just ate mine

Made a mess, like a hate crime

Ice sit on my wrist, made my wrist swell

I step in that bitch with a stick out

Okay, cool

I put 'em on the news

And they all just be copying everything I do

And she be getting car sick, the way I push the coupe

I fucked her friend in Austin, and she ain't have a clue