Lyrics
Yeah, yeah
Bitch, yeah
Trap door, 24 shell cases on the floor
I up it and let it blow, yeah I got this under control
Choppas with laser sights, in the dark they gon' glow
I aim and i dump the clip, that bitch sound like it might explode
I'm ridin' with dark tint, I'll shoot if you start shit
This choppa hold about sixty, it's gon' leave you armless
Can't love 'cause I'm heartless, I'm filled up with darkness
He talkin' 'bout killin' me but I know that he harmless
We got them 30 rounds, them 50s, them hundreds too
Bank roll that's in my pocket, got nothin' but hundred blues
They follow what I do, they watchin' all of my moves
The wanna be just like me, it's monkey-see-monkey-do
This is why I'm hot, I'm colder than Papa Dot
You get it? Because he froze when Eminem threw the shots
Got rich off of sellin' pot and, trust me, I sold a lot
I'm finally gettin' bands, my pockets filled up with knots
I'm hot like a summer day, I'll kill you a hundred ways
My sniper's gon' knock you out before you can step my way
Can't tell you my legal name, want money you keep the fame
Ain't sparin' nobody life, you dead if I start to aim
Spin his block with a choppa, ain't no callin' the doctor
If you wanna disrespect me I'm more than likely gon' pop you
Pop an X with some vodka, no I'm not into drama
I'm just gon' shut my own mouth and smoke all my marijuana
My flow on this sum' else, payed 350 for my belt
Got MCM, Feragamo, and Louis V off the shelf
I got it all by myself, ain't askin' you for your help
Yeah I got left for dead, I ain't trustin' nobody else
I just need me a bag and a 30 round loaded mag
So I can go visit my opps and make 'em bleed like the rag
I barely know my own dad and no that shit isn't sad
'Cause if he hadn't have left who knows what life I would have
Promise, I'm fully paid, rock Jordans made out of suede
Choppa hit 'em with heat, I call it Dwayne Wade
I think I'm goin' in, I swear this shit gon' go viral
The only reading i'm doing is sum' scriptures out the Bible
I used to have to rob, my instincts were pure survival
And your homie dead, bitch, ain't no point checkin' his vitals
So this is why I'm hot, I'm trappin' straight out the spot
The police is on my ass what little proof that they got
No I ain't gettin' caught, I'd rather be dead and shot
Dudes really in there snitchin' and sending they bros to rot
So this is why I'm hot, I'm trappin' straight out the spot
The police is on my ass with little proof that they got
No I ain't gettin' caught, I'd rather be dead and shot
Dudes really in there snitchin' and sending they bros to rot, yeah
Uh, yeah
This is why I'm hot