Hot Songtext
von Young Thug feat. Gunna

Wheezy outta here
Hot, hot, hot, hot
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Everything litty, I love when it′s hot
Turned up the city, I broke off the notch
Got some more milli's, I keep me a knot
I created history and made me a lot
He tried to diss me and ended on Fox
We call them chopsticks ′cause they gonna chop
Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop
I run it like Nike, we got it on lock


Cartier eye
I'm the bossman in the suit with no tie
I can′t be sober, I gotta stay high
Pour me some syrup in a Canada Dry
Ridin′ in the spaceship like Bonnie and Clyde
Don't worry, baby, I keep me some fire
Shenenehs and Birkins, she cannot decide
The latest Mercedes, her go-to surprise

Don′t sleep on miss lady, her pussy a prize
Diggin' her back while I′m grippin' her sides
Bigger Maybach, this ain′t regular size
We really fly, we like pelican glide
Bitch, you ain't slick, I can tell the disguise
Upgraded my wrist, put baguettes in that Sky
She sing, I might sign her and change her whole life
I told her to gargle and work on her highs

Everything litty, I love when it's hot
Turned up the city, I broke off the notch
Got some more milli′s, I keep me a knot
I created history and made me a lot
He tried to diss me and ended on Fox
We call them chopsticks ′cause they gonna chop
Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop
I run it like Nike, we got it on lock


Cash, money, checks, cash
Addy, Birkin, bring the bitch sandals
I just wanna fuck the bitch by myself
I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite

I took the Bentley coupe back, then I hopped in a Cayenne (Skrrt)
I put the bitch in the front of the Bentley, in front of the driver (Skrrt)
Ayy, man, this synthetic weed you can′t smoke in the Rolls Royce
Whoa, whoa (Yeah, yeah)
I'm still double-cupped up, I′m drinkin'
I shoot off your tires, huh (Soo-doo-doo-doo)

I′m in the coupe by myself
I had to kick a door when I was five
Keep the awards on the shelf
Whole sixteen round in the fire
I'm sick and tired of these young niggas
Act like they firin', they tellin′ these lies
Actin′ like they the ones created this
And they get all the drip from my guys

Yeah, Cartier eyes, Cartier coat, Cartiers the watch
Cartier love, Cartier the thot
Cartier specs, buffalo on the side
Princess cut diamonds, they Cartier, yeah
Cartier bag for the Cartier thot
Sky Wrangler coupe with two hundred the dash
Cartier jeans, ain't no way I can sag

Ain′t no way I'ma ever gon′ go out bad
I can't go out, no way I′ma go out
I just grip on her ass and I show out
I sit like a champ and I wait on a whole lot
I can whip up a new Chanel Patek
I whip with the wrist and I don't break the door out
Turn the whole top floor to a whorehouse
Hundreds racks in ones, dude brought the flood out

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