HOTSHOT (Freestyle) Songtext
von CGB
HOTSHOT (Freestyle) Songtext
I′m throwing 100s and 50s
And 1s and 1s
I'm blowing 100s and 50s
Nah, I ain′t toting no gun
But that do not mean that my homies ain't
Wait til you see me drive in the Wraith
Saying my prayers, yeah I got my faith
Man, you ain't getting no love, boy
I′m throwing 100s and 50s
And 1s and 1s
I′m blowing 100s and 50s
Nah, I ain't toting no gun
But that do not mean that my homies ain′t
Wait til you see me drive in the Wraith
Saying my prayers, yeah I got my faith
Man, you ain't getting no love, boy
Yo
Pull up
Drop top
I got my eye on the droptop
Smoke in the air from my hotbox
Louis Vuitton, I′m a hotshot
Yo, yo, I got my Woods, I'm a pothead
Don′t test me, I'm a hothead
My girl just dipped, yeah I got head
Walk in, yeah, walk about
There's never a day I don′t talk about it
Yeah, I can talk but I walk around it
I spent $1000 on some bottles
You spent $1000 on a model
Plus she gon′ need moscato
Yeah, she smoking avocado
Got a quarter for a Virgil
I bring it back like Travis Porter
Told her sorry, been busy
Later, yeah I can record her
Get a little POV
Get the Dusse and I pour it
She be down for CGB
Phone be ringing, I ignore it
Dior cologne, I'm a savage
I got my grip on the game and these bastards
Say I′ll never be a rapper
Now all my fans be clapping
Don't want no watch that go tick tock
I fuck your bitch on my tik tok
I fuck your bitch with my wrist watch
Made all my money on ziplocs
Take all your green out your ziploc
I steal your weed out your ziploc
Yo, mothafucka better call cops, yeah
Already know you a bitch opp
Mothafucka, never stop
Can′t go broke, nah
Can't go, broke, nah I can′t go
Broke
Can't go, broke
Can't go, broke
Can′t go, broke
And 1s and 1s
I'm blowing 100s and 50s
Nah, I ain′t toting no gun
But that do not mean that my homies ain't
Wait til you see me drive in the Wraith
Saying my prayers, yeah I got my faith
Man, you ain't getting no love, boy
I′m throwing 100s and 50s
And 1s and 1s
I′m blowing 100s and 50s
Nah, I ain't toting no gun
But that do not mean that my homies ain′t
Wait til you see me drive in the Wraith
Saying my prayers, yeah I got my faith
Man, you ain't getting no love, boy
Yo
Pull up
Drop top
I got my eye on the droptop
Smoke in the air from my hotbox
Louis Vuitton, I′m a hotshot
Yo, yo, I got my Woods, I'm a pothead
Don′t test me, I'm a hothead
My girl just dipped, yeah I got head
Walk in, yeah, walk about
There's never a day I don′t talk about it
Yeah, I can talk but I walk around it
I spent $1000 on some bottles
You spent $1000 on a model
Plus she gon′ need moscato
Yeah, she smoking avocado
Got a quarter for a Virgil
I bring it back like Travis Porter
Told her sorry, been busy
Later, yeah I can record her
Get a little POV
Get the Dusse and I pour it
She be down for CGB
Phone be ringing, I ignore it
Dior cologne, I'm a savage
I got my grip on the game and these bastards
Say I′ll never be a rapper
Now all my fans be clapping
Don't want no watch that go tick tock
I fuck your bitch on my tik tok
I fuck your bitch with my wrist watch
Made all my money on ziplocs
Take all your green out your ziploc
I steal your weed out your ziploc
Yo, mothafucka better call cops, yeah
Already know you a bitch opp
Mothafucka, never stop
Can′t go broke, nah
Can't go, broke, nah I can′t go
Broke
Can't go, broke
Can't go, broke
Can′t go, broke
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