Hot ft. Lucky Mattox Lyrics

Check my drip check my bitch

Super hot nigga lit talking hot run up in your spot with them shooters kid

We been drilling since a kid little nigga we ain't new to this

I was trapping on that block from like twelve noon until six

Niggas know the bop got this shit on lock like locks

This is off the top punch in gang this is written not

In my cup ice on the rocks moving sketchy i'm a have to pop

I'm the new school Biggie and Pac

When I'm in the booth rapping so you know the game can't get rid of me

Since a jit I been pooping my shit no cap

Literally

HezzeGang do my thing tryna get some land further out in Italy

Been on my shit for some time

Not gonna lie money only thing on my mind

More money more problems gotta maneuver with fire on me

If you try to take one of mine we fuck around take like five your homies

Gone for the winter penthouse vibes i got the views of the city

I know i'm that nigga she let me get in that cat because I'm too lit

One time for the fishers out there biting swag tell them come and get with me

Still doing verses for like two hundred fifty gang

Check my drip check my bitch

Super hot nigga lit talking hot run up in your spot with them shooters kid

We been drilling since a kid little nigga we ain't new to this

I was trapping on that block from like twelve noon until six

Niggas know the bop got this shit on lock like locks

This is off the top punch in gang this is written not

In my cup ice on the rocks moving sketchy i'm a have to pop

I'm the new school Biggie and Pac

When I'm in the booth rapping so you know the game can't get rid of me

If Hezze the new school Biggie

Guess I'm the new school Weezy

Baby girl this shit is easy my nigga crazy he might shoot through the cleezy

Oh lets do it nigga Waka Flocka

Bro got a great beam on the glock free Forty and Boogz nigga fuck the cops

And the plug bring the P's in nonstop

My bitch she from Italy boy are you kidding me

Chrome hearts all on my body like literally

Get money physically

She know I'm the chosen one she all on my back she feeling me

Count up the green and I get in between

Hezze pour up the lean

He not talking money so what does he need

I put the racks in these nine jeans

Check my drip check my bitch

Super hot nigga lit talking hot run up in your spot with them shooters kid

We been drilling since a kid little nigga we ain't new to this

I was trapping on that block from like twelve noon until six

Niggas know the bop got this shit on lock like locks

This is off the top punch in gang this is written not

In my cup ice on the rocks