Hot (Remix) [feat. Gunna and Travis Scott]

Wheezy outta here
 Hot, hot, hot, hot
 Hot, hot, hot, hot
 Hot, hot, hot, hot
 Hot, hot, hot, hot
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 Everything litty, I love when it's hot
 Turned up the city, I broke off the notch
 Got some more millis, I keep me a knot
 I created history and made me a lot
 He tried to diss me and ended on Fox
 We call 'em 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 a 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
 Dick in 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 millis, I keep me a knot
 I created history and made me a lot
 He tried to diss me and ended on Fox
 We call 'em 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, brand new extendos
 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, woah, woah (yeah, yeah)
 I'm still double cupped up, I'm drinkin', I shoot off your tires, huh (doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
 I'm in the coupe by myself
 I had to kick a door when I was five
 Keep the old ones on the shelf
 Whole 16 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 hold-out
 I just 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
 Hundred racks in ones, dude brought the flood out (oh)
 Cash, money, checks, cash (ooh, ah)
 Addy, Birkin, brand new extendos (ooh)
 I just wanna fuck the bitch by myself (ah)
 I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite (ooh, it's lit)
 Hot like the 504 Boyz how I move through the lobby (Hot)
 Since '012, La Flame been hot just to show you the timeframe (La Flame)
 Hundred mil' down on my desk, but I'm still up deciding (straight up)
 Match the M's in my account to the truck in my driveway (skrrt, skrrt)
 I'm in that four-door by myself
 Know it's a hundred more niggas outside
 Know they gon' ride 'til the death (ooh)
 Had some good years, ain't no way I get tired
 I gotta do what I feel
 Every day Super Bowl, fuck it, oh well
 I put a lot on myself
 In the field, Richard Mille on like Odell (let's go)
 She slid her hand down my pants just to grab the torpedo (doo-doo-doo)
 I had to go back and link with my slimes like I'm thirteen and zero (it's lit)
 I told her, "Baby, this not the remix, this a part of the sequel" (part of the seq')
 No, we not livin' the same, we not makin' the same, we not equal (no), yeah, yeah, yeah
 Look mom I can fly
 Had some troubles, put that shit in the sky
 Brought the angels, know the devil would try
 It's so hot, you thought Paris Hilton done said it (yeah, yeah)
 When we come out, we can't help but leave damage (yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Afterparty, Astroworld out the planet (yeah, yeah)
 Laid the map out, but they didn't understand it
 When I'm on, know that I fuck on a Grammy, yeah
 Hot, hot, hot, hot
 Hot, hot, hot, hot
 Hot, hot, hot, hot, damn
 Hot, hot, hot, hot