Hot (feat. Gunna)

Wheezy outta here
 Hot, hot, hot, hot
 Hot, hot, hot, hot
 Hot, hot, hot, hot
 Hot, hot, hot, hot
 Everything litty, I love when it's hot
 Turned up the city, I broke off the notch
 Got some more milli's, I keep me a knot
 I created history and made me a lot
 He tried to diss me and ended on Fox
 We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop
 Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop
 I run it like Nike, we got it on lock
 Cartier eye
 I'm the bossman in the suit with no tie
 I can't be sober, I gotta stay high
 Pour me some syrup in a Canada Dry
 Ridin' in the spaceship like Bonnie and Clyde
 Don't worry, baby, I keep me some fire
 Shenenehs and Birkins, she cannot decide
 The latest Mercedes, her go-to surprise
 Don't sleep on miss lady, her pussy a prize
 Diggin' her back while I'm grippin' her sides
 Bigger Maybach, this ain't regular size
 We really fly, we like pelican glide
 Bitch, you ain't slick, I can tell the disguise
 Upgraded my wrist, put baguettes in that Sky
 She sing, I might sign her and change her whole life
 I told her to gargle and work on her highs
 Everything litty, I love when it's hot
 Turned up the city, I broke off the notch
 Got some more milli's, I keep me a knot
 I created history and made me a lot
 He tried to diss me and ended on Fox
 We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop
 Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop
 I run it like Nike, we got it on lock
 Cash, money, checks, cash
 Addy, Birkin, bring the bitch sandals
 I just wanna fuck the bitch by myself
 I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite
 I took the Bentley coupe back, then I hopped in a Cayenne (Skrrt)
 I put the bitch in the front of the Bentley, in front of the driver (Skrrt)
 Ayy, man, this synthetic weed you can't smoke in the Rolls Royce
 Whoa, whoa (Yeah, yeah)
 I'm still double-cupped up, I'm drinkin'
 I shoot off your tires, huh (Soo-doo-doo-doo)
 I'm in the coupe by myself
 I had to kick a door when I was five
 Keep the awards on the shelf
 Whole sixteen round in the fire
 I'm sick and tired of these young niggas
 Act like they firin', they tellin' these lies
 Actin' like they the ones created this
 And they get all the drip from my guys
 Yeah, Cartier eyes, Cartier coat, Cartiers the watch
 Cartier love, Cartier the thot
 Cartier specs, buffalo on the side
 Princess cut diamonds, they Cartier, yeah
 Cartier bag for the Cartier thot
 Sky Wrangler coupe with two hundred the dash
 Cartier jeans, ain't no way I can sag
 Ain't no way I'ma ever gon' go out bad
 I can't go out, no way I'ma go out
 I just grip on her ass and I show out
 I sit like a champ and I wait on a whole lot
 I can whip up a new Chanel Patek
 I whip with the wrist and I don't break the door out
 Turn the whole top floor to a whorehouse
 Hundreds racks in ones, dude brought the flood out
 Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
 Hot, hot, hot, hot
 Hot, hot, hot, damn
 Hot, hot, hot, hot