Letras
And for the record, setting shit straight
Album of the year, that's a mixtape
Young nigga boomin' since the sixth grade
Wrapped around my finger like the shit sprained
Big ring on me like the big day
Walking out the flame like I'm Nic Cage
Too hot to handle
I got it, high favor
Come 'round and ride the vibrations
You love it, don't lie
When we came 'round, eyes stayed low, baby
Pull up on 'em, stuntin', make 'em love you
Beg forgiveness, drop a bomb, no taking cover
Ooh, I'm going in so damn raw, it's like I hate the rubber
Who the best at changing subjects? Wonder why they hate to love you
I got the game sewn
We don't ever fold like the bankroll
It's me and you for life, we speak the same code
Let another day go
For the record, setting shit straight
Album of the year, that's a mixtape
Young nigga boomin' since the sixth grade
Wrapped around my finger like the shit sprained
Big ring on me like the big day
Walking out the flame like I'm Nic Cage
Too hot to handle
Too hot to handle
How it feel?