Making It Hot Lyrics

She wanna love me I dubbed it

Girl I got a bae you can't kiss in me public

He mad cause his bitch chose me don't trust it

Like How you in love with a bitch that I'm fucking

Laxative in these pistols we hop out and dump it

That lil spread that he got ain't nothing

Like how you hard on IG be running

You ain't Nick cannon nigga ain't drumming

Like she got makeup on my tee

Call her leg cause the bitch getting kicked when I skeet

Like fuck around had to pay her leave

She a treesh I can't love her hit her in the V like

Fuck a fist we send him to the docs right

Fuck a hickey she making it hot like

How I'm on and I'm still rocking off white

Only hits I don't know bout a off night

I mix the Louie with Dolce

Cap on his dick he get no play

She ask if I love her no way

Shell catcher boy we leaving no trace

I been cheating don't think that you playing me

Got some money I see why they hating me

Niggas broke they could never relate to me

Keep your heart girl just give yo face to me

I pulled the chain out the freezer like

You can leave girl I really don't need you like

Hundred thousand to bust down the pieces

Think you a god I'ma send you to Jesus like

Racks hurting my back finna fuck up my stance

She think we together she don't got a chance

Threw a hundred she stripping I'm making her dance

The t shirt from London my shoes came from France

Like no I don't wanna box

Rip willie I'm higher than pops

Why y'all keep asking me when ima drop

I just told em soon trust me

Barley pushing 160 the cat would

KJ a put ten in a backwood

I know she a thot she just act good

No Eli ain't trying he that good

I don't know why shawty bitching

Leave her I just think she argumentative

Cheater I'm in love with different bitches

Evil bro nem said I'm pessimistic

They say talk is cheap I put diamonds in my mouth

Ima run it up I got racks in my account

Jeans full them hundreds lowkey bussing out

Said she love who not me that ain't come out my mouth

She wanna love me I dubbed it

Girl I got a bae you can't kiss in me public

He mad cause his bitch chose me don't trust it

Like How you in love with a bitch that I'm fucking

Laxative in these pistols we hop out and dump it

That lil spread that he got ain't nothing

Like how you hard on IG be running

You ain't Nick cannon nigga ain't drumming

Like she got makeup on my tee

Call her leg cause the bitch getting kicked when I skeet

Like fuck around had to pay her leave

She a treesh I can't love her hit her in the V like

Fuck a fist we send him to the docs right

Fuck a hickey she making it hot like

How I'm on and I'm still rocking off white

Only hits I don't know bout a off night