Hot There
Lyrics
(Ayy what, ayy what now?)
(HONEYWOODSIX)
(Yes, Chucks)
(Chucky hit the drum and then he dropped the bass)
I might fly Paris 'cause there's more stock there (re-up)
Show you how to whip, man, I used to lock there (whip)
I just sold a brick underneath the block stairs (stairs)
Told him, "Come inside", cah it's kinda hot there
Told bae, "I'm in the T", she said, "You're never not there"
I took pictures with snakes, now I gotta crop there (argh)
Cruising with a browning with very long hair (hair)
Christian Dior, I think we better stop there (now)
Point at me if you're talkin' 'bout inspo'
And I don't pebble nothin', I just got a brick phone
Drip and them furs, both waiting on a shipload
Wrist froze, you know how the rest goes
Press bujj, you know how the rest goes
Work from the plug but this bowl's from Tesco
Call from Dior, probably catch it on the resale
And if you want the bag, got the shoes, gotta speak well
Louis monogram, hold a lotta racks
Bought a lotta waps, opp block, I can see a lotta pack
Soft lock, put it on the side, that's a lotta crack
Thought I lost my bad little vibe but I got her back
Had my pot full way before they knew greaze
Had my block full way before they had beef
Twenty on machines, coulda bought a new piece
Ain't a milli' in your camp, then you need a new team
I might fly Paris 'cause there's more stock there (re-up)
Show you how to whip, man, I used to lock there (whip)
I just sold a brick underneath the block stairs (stairs)
Told him, "Come inside", cah it's kinda hot there
Told bae, "I'm in the T", she said, "You're never not there"
I took pictures with snakes, now I gotta crop there (argh)
Cruising with a browning with very long hair (hair)
Christian Dior, I think we better stop there (now)
If you're hatin' on man then you need to stop there
The way that I flex, all they say, "It's not fair"
I fuck girls by the twos, you can say I got pairs
He got booted and cut, you can say he got flairs
Catch me with the gang, I'm shoppin' in Paris
But I'd rather eat chicken wings than lobster and salad
I had a .50 on me when they stopped me in Hatton
But you woulda thought it was a bomb how coppers was acting
Baby girl thinks we're Bonnie and Clyde
But you won't even hold my shotty to hide
That don't change the fact I want some sloppy tonight
Little nigga touch my chain, then he'll probably die
I know you do the drill rap
But no one in your camp ever killed, Akh
Mind we don't catch you slippin' out and spill that
Certain opps got wounds that ain't ever gonna heal back
And Fredo doesn't feel bad
I might fly Paris 'cause there's more stock there (re-up)
Show you how to whip, man, I used to lock there (whip)
I just sold a brick underneath the block stairs (stairs)
Told him, "Come inside", cah it's kinda hot there
Told bae, "I'm in the T", she said, "You're never not there"
I took pictures with snakes, now I gotta crop there (argh)
Cruising with a browning with very long hair (hair)
Christian Dior, I think we better stop there (now)
Writer(s): Conor Mulcahy, Devonte Kasi Perkins-Martin, Luke Honeywood, Marvin Bailey
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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