Hogeta Lyrics

My magic finger says it's somewhere in the ceiling

Big shot, shot clock, you see the time counting down and go tick tock

You turn around and see a flash, not a tik tok

Brother Cal shooting shots till his wrist lock

When the beat comes on, I do my ish

When the flow comes strong, I talk my spit

Lil' baby shaking ass, make her do a couple splits

She gon' fuck so good, cuz shes not my bitch

Whoa, god damn, the kid back at it again

I ain't gon' stop till I'm spinning that benz

I was raised by the monks, so I'm blown hot wind

On the top secret mission like the Codename kids

Knocking down walls like the Kool-Aid, man

Lil' mama a freak shit, pro with no hand

Now she busting a date, try to touch, them bands

Ooh, shit, I just got back from the telly with your bitch

But I ain't stay long, cause she got loose lips

But I crept out the door and hopped in the lyft

Told buddy, drive fast, got that bitch throwing bricks

And I ain't gon' lie, yeah, I felt kinda sick

But I had to second guess it, I ain't gon' stress it

And told myself, that is not my bitch

Whoa, I ain't gon' lie, I love being so cold

Everybody had her, so I guess she a hoe

She kept having feelings, so I hit her with a doe

And my mother always said, don't love no hoe

I rolled ten woods, cause I love raw smoke

She hit my phone, so I turned Danny Phantom

And told that bitch, I'm going ghost

Uh, yeah, bitch, I'm insane like Ludacris

You better grab your phone and call ole boy

Cause I ain't wifing shit

Yeah, bitch, I'm insane like Ludacris

You better grab your phone and call ole boy

Cause I ain't wifing shit

Bitch

Big shot, shot clock

You see the time, count it down and go tick tock

You turn around and see a flash, not a tik tok

Brother cal, shooting shots till his wrist lock

When the beat comes on, I do my ish

When the flow comes strong, I talk my spit

Lil' baby shaking ass, make her do a couple splits

She gon' fuck so good, cause she's not my bitch

Whoa, goddamn, the kid back at it again

Ain't gon' stop, till im spinning that Benz

I was raised by the monks, so I'm blowing hot wind

On the top secret mission, like the code name, kids

Knocking down walls, like the Kool-Aid, man

Lil' mama a freak, she a pro with no hands

Now she busting a date, try to touch the band

And you feel it