This Is Why I'm Hot

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