It's Hot Lyrics

It's hot in the quarantine

They switched it up to onlyfan

Riding wit them packs in a soccer Mom Uber van

Who da baby sitter

Kilo in da living room

Setup shop like Scarface

Li mama be home real soon

Oh thirsty oh yeah Who thirsty

Buch of Xanax buch of bars comin in This Thursday

Pop hella shht I got a hell of a flip

Birmingham Eastside where you at Take A trip

When I rhyme I carry the gutter wit Me

Blue collar on my back side hustle full Of fifties

Did ya miss me Im in a six speed

Switch gears aint no rapper in here Takin this

I'm the pinnical the truth

In my eyes none greater

Never spend it all in one place

You might want some later

Art work chart work

Tell me how this part work

My debuts the second coming

Expect it like Gods birth

Nigga I could give a fuck

Pick a single

I got dis btt jumpin

Geronimo Catch da lingo

This shht ain't new to me spit at you Therapeutically

The wells never running dry

Cross my heart and hope to dee

I came a long way going down the Wrong way

Play with the wrong shotta

Shht cha block on da same day

Birmingham Eastsider my lighter

Gone spark da best up

Must be outta ya mind

You think I left it on da dresser

We burnin Ls why you niccas takin Losses

I'm so high I can't tell who came back And who lost it

Once upon a time in them Center Point trenches

One of six siblings environment we Lived in

Hello mom say hello to pops for me

Im outside in the rain this time yeah Rihanna wit me

Wanna bump what he want yeah got Dem hands they hollows wit me

Forbyou niccs thought to get me

Just know you niccs cant stick me

Born in Kinston and we ain't cookin Pasta

They drop it in da pot watch it steam Like lobster

I let the gun grip ya head like a tupay

You outta pocket outta options

Now ya souffle

This is not a dream

I'm up early getting cream

Run it up cash out

Splitting pies with my team Gang

Funny how it go when you aint got no Doe

Every since clout hit da doe money Flow grow

And my rello still roll and I still got a Nose

For da runtz and da bluntz wit da cigar Barely closed

And then lies catching up wit ya

Where da hell ya Customers

I'm running up da bandz and I done Sold out of my regular

Iconic motion picture like Im Jap Jones

I'm on another level look how many Pots Blown

Cant stop til I blow up and now they Wanna show up

It outta my hand cousin get cha own Pour up

We bout to run this rap shot

Night chill out for I spill out

Have ya whole Grill Out