I Miss Lil Hot (Remix) Lyrics

KB stand on Ten, he see the opps, he make me run

Niggas love to troll, they potna die, now, it ain't fun

Don't gotta question, TurboB I know he got his gun

Was taught to always fear no man, so I can never run

No, they can't fuck with me, cause I be going too crazy

Told that bitch get off my body, lil, bitch, you can't have my baby

Got a lot of bad habits, I be spending, never saving

I just want a bad bitch,thick petite booty Blasain

I ain't racist, but no, I can't fuck with no Caucasian

I ain't never been the type to hate, so pussy, why you hatin?

When we pop out, bullets start blazin

And now your son, on the pavement

Don't diss for fun, cause gang nem slay shit

Don't try to run, cause gang tnem chase shit

And when I come up on the bucks, I ain't gon' let shit change me

I got that news that bruh had died I can't even lie, it changed me

Four years later, and I'm up now, but I'm still not pain-free

Missing Brody on the daily, finna go insane, B

I'm finna go insane

But I can't crash, my mama need me in the game

And I won't change behind no money or no fame

I face a wood gotta get geeked before the plane

When I lost bro that shit felt like a game

That shit, had really drove a nigga super sane

I hope my brothers know that for them, I'll take a brain

I bet I'll put my gun before they take my brain

Your bitch a freak, when I need brain, she give me brain

You smokin' who? fuck that shit, we gon' take your brain

Can't fuck with set up hoes, so I can't tell hoes where I'm stayin

KB stand on Ten he see the opps, he make them run

Niggas love to troll, they potna, die now it ain't fun

Don't gotta question, Turbo B, I know he got his gun

Was taught to always fear no man, so I can never run

If I win, you can win, so why the fuck you hatin' on me

I keep my G-lock on me, and this bitch put some weight on me

Like, baby girl, I need you, come put that weight on me

You know I'm tryna please you, fuck you like you want it

Antisocial, lil' bitch, who is you

Missing Brody, can you call my phone

Catch lil dude ass lackin, bet I crack his dome

Niggas really cappin, they just talkin' them songs

I'm to zooted, I don't give no fuck about what you saying, lil-hoe

I be smokin' good exotic, but them perks I can't do, bro

That's how these niggas OD, bro

Can't go out like with Brody, though

He shoulda had his pole before

His lil' bitch ass walked to the store, though