Hot Shit Songtext
von Chief Keef
Hot Shit Songtext
Ay, my check
Gang, gang (yeah)
Ay, ay
My check let a nigga flex
He get wet, he get that hot shit
I got my Bernie Mac, nigga, who you with?
I′m coolin' with the gang, and nigga we on that hot shit
I know I′m rich, I still be doin' sets, everywhere, anywhere
You know I'ma rep my shit
Bandana on the choppa, I Juelz my shit
I can cut my dreads off, and I can sell my shit
Smokin′ on this loud, you can smell my shit
Hop out the car, you can smell my whip
I don′t fuck with coochie if you can smell that shit
I don't want the coochie if she sell that shit
She said she ain′t a thot, she tellin' fairy tells and shit
I pull up on your block, and I hear yells and shit
See I got verses but bitch, I don′t got 'em for the low
She said that she love me, but baby, I ain′t retarded though
I just hit the earth, drop in my veins to let you know
I just rolled three grams in that thang from Texaco
When I pull up, you know I be TNT (Too Turnt)
Hop out and I be Chiefin' Keef
My check let a nigga flex
He get wet, he get that hot shit
I got my Bernie Mac, nigga, who you with?
I'm coolin′ with the gang, and nigga we on that hot shit
I know I′m rich, I still be doin' sets, everywhere, anywhere
You know I′ma rep my shit
Bandana on the choppa, I Juelz my shit
I can cut my dreads off, and I can sell my shit
No more loco, Sachi solo
Nine-to-five, no, no, we T'd and we slo-mo
Actavis, I′m in love with four o-z
Leaned out is how I be
God-damn it's hard to stand, and no, I can not see
I′m about to hit a lick at Paradime
Trade in the script for a pair of dimes
I'm a star so you know I'm sonnin′ bitches
They just mad that I′m having fun with this shit
They just mad that I'm buying lunches with it
Passport with 300 tickets
Bang Bang, 300 and shit
My check let a nigga flex
He get wet, he get that hot shit
I got my Bernie Mac, nigga, who you with?
I′m coolin' with the gang, and nigga we on that hot shit
I know I′m rich, I still be doin' sets, everywhere, anywhere
You know I′ma rep my shit
Bandana on the choppa, I Juelz my shit
I can cut my dreads off, and I can sell my shit (gang, gang)
Gang, gang (yeah)
Ay, ay
My check let a nigga flex
He get wet, he get that hot shit
I got my Bernie Mac, nigga, who you with?
I′m coolin' with the gang, and nigga we on that hot shit
I know I′m rich, I still be doin' sets, everywhere, anywhere
You know I'ma rep my shit
Bandana on the choppa, I Juelz my shit
I can cut my dreads off, and I can sell my shit
Smokin′ on this loud, you can smell my shit
Hop out the car, you can smell my whip
I don′t fuck with coochie if you can smell that shit
I don't want the coochie if she sell that shit
She said she ain′t a thot, she tellin' fairy tells and shit
I pull up on your block, and I hear yells and shit
See I got verses but bitch, I don′t got 'em for the low
She said that she love me, but baby, I ain′t retarded though
I just hit the earth, drop in my veins to let you know
I just rolled three grams in that thang from Texaco
When I pull up, you know I be TNT (Too Turnt)
Hop out and I be Chiefin' Keef
My check let a nigga flex
He get wet, he get that hot shit
I got my Bernie Mac, nigga, who you with?
I'm coolin′ with the gang, and nigga we on that hot shit
I know I′m rich, I still be doin' sets, everywhere, anywhere
You know I′ma rep my shit
Bandana on the choppa, I Juelz my shit
I can cut my dreads off, and I can sell my shit
No more loco, Sachi solo
Nine-to-five, no, no, we T'd and we slo-mo
Actavis, I′m in love with four o-z
Leaned out is how I be
God-damn it's hard to stand, and no, I can not see
I′m about to hit a lick at Paradime
Trade in the script for a pair of dimes
I'm a star so you know I'm sonnin′ bitches
They just mad that I′m having fun with this shit
They just mad that I'm buying lunches with it
Passport with 300 tickets
Bang Bang, 300 and shit
My check let a nigga flex
He get wet, he get that hot shit
I got my Bernie Mac, nigga, who you with?
I′m coolin' with the gang, and nigga we on that hot shit
I know I′m rich, I still be doin' sets, everywhere, anywhere
You know I′ma rep my shit
Bandana on the choppa, I Juelz my shit
I can cut my dreads off, and I can sell my shit (gang, gang)
Writer(s): Keith Cozart, Andy Milonakis, Don Paschall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
