Gotta Make It Hot, Pt. 2 (Clean Version) Lyrics

It goes past these songs you hear. It goes past this meeting together

It's just something different

And I ain't even know what the Fuck I was gonna say in this Speech today

Like, I don't even know why Polo Made me talk, cause I don't even Like talking to people

I'm wildly antisocial, I only fuck With my personal circle, but this Is my personal circle

If Polo wanted you here, then he Wanted you here for a reason

Look, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah

Rich, the lonely road, I decided to Take it

Friend or foe, I don't know, but I Know I'm not breaking

Hold the phone when you alone, That calls from Satan

They used to give me meds, now They just test my patience

Ah man 24, looking diabolical

We taking all L's, but losing not An option, though

Smoking shit, man, I do this with My eyes closed

Lil' man want a girl, I told him, Watch these wise hoes

They don't feel it until you make The dollars come

And by that time, you gon' feel Wild love

Keep it going, they gon' say you Wilding

Follow your dreams, they call a Grown man childish

Rich, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah

And no, I can't stop, can't stop

Can't stop

Middle finger up to my opps

To my opps

I do this lil' thing till we pop

Till we pop

So we gotta make it hot, babe

And no, I can't stop, can't stop

Can't stop

Middle finger up to my opps

To my opps

Do this lil' thing till we pop

Till we pop

So we gotta make it hot, babe

Look, and I ain't the one to be Backing down

You might have to lose weight if I Clap this pound

And I'm a different type of savage Now

Come home to wifey and hear me With them clapping sounds

Sorry

Just know, I ain't one of you Average clowns

Never

And as you have it now, the day Is coming

Summer in the 90s too

Motherfucker, you should've Played one

I ain't playing son

Yeah, yeah, yeah

And no, I can't stop, can't stop

Can't stop

Middle finger up to my opps

To my opps

I do this lil' thing till we pop

Till we pop

So we gotta make it hot, babe

Yeah, yeah, yeah

And no, I can't stop, can't stop

Can't stop

Middle finger up to my opps

To my opps

I do this lil' thing till we pop

Till we pop

So we gotta make it hot, babe