King Moe - Hot Hands Lyrics

I ain't gonna lie yea yea
I did that
Yea I did that I really live that
You know what I'm saying
Uh
This might be true
But you know it ain't right
Can't live my life
Had that work on the stove
I finelle that price
Cause the scale won't right
But don't touch that stove
Cause they say it's fire
Lot of lead in this fire
That was so long ago
But my hands still hot
Yea my hands still hot
Aye this ain't no joke
Back then I was so broke
I couldn't do the standard
So I went and got a O
I percolate me some Dro
You'll think King Moe the newest Hammer
Now I'm on TV and doing damage
Used to break in your crib
And search through the channels
I'll break on a bitch in some Gucci sandals
Or run down on your clique
With exclusive ammo
DJs ain't the only ones looping samples
Saw a fiend hit the pipe just to levitate
Get no spookier than that
You can rewind this track
He gon probably OD when the record break
What you smelling is probably a dead body
What you hearing is pain with the trebled bass
Quarter pounders got me getting fed properly
Had to sell lucky 7s in section 8
Used to fuck with a bitch who was selling sage
Light a candle for me as I Star search
Man fuck all that rap
Gon hit that little nigga up
With the pump until his car burst
I'm a demon with Tetris my block cursed
Praise the lord
Cause it could've been far worse
Ask my cousin Dearlo
Before Instagram and a follow
I sold me some block work
This might be true
But you know it ain't right
Can't live my life
Had that work on the stove
I finelle that price
Cause the scale won't right
But don't touch that stove
Cause they say it's fire
Lot of lead in this fire
That was so long ago
But my hands still hot
Yea my hands still hot
This might be true
But you know it ain't right
Can't live my life
Had that work on the stove
I finelle that price
Cause the scale won't right
But don't touch that stove
Cause they say it's fire
Lot of lead in this fire
That was so long ago
But my hands still hot
Yea my hands still hot
Cop a eighth from me and
I'm going to hit it with the shake
I ain't have to google that
Dc tell me watch what I say
But I don't care who react
I'm from that Wayne County
In that Tarheel state
Man that shit like a booby trap
So even though I'm top rhyming everyday
I'll still knock a noodle back
Cause when it's war I'm the loosest canon
Snooze a nigga
Like motherfucking new Pajamas
Baby Drakey on me throw a stupid tantrum
Then lay up with a bitch and get too romantic
All I need is three sixes that's too satanic
Bitches sipping Lasseire
Like the newest Brandy
Kidd told me go in cause it's too apparent
I got bars full of smoke
I'm like who could challenge
I was eight when Mane
Showed me the Tre five seven
With black tape around the handle
Way before I would rock designer
I wore black and white skis am I a panda
I never focused on playing ball
Cause I felt like A.I ain't have the answer
Way before I touched California
I sold me a pack straight from Calabasas
This might be true
But you know it ain't right
Can't live my life
Had that work on the stove
I finelle that price
Cause the scale won't right
But don't touch that stove
Cause they say it's fire
Lot of lead in this fire
That was so long ago
But my hands still hot
Yea my hands still hot
It might be true
Even though it ain't right
Can't live my life
Work on the stove
The scale ain't right I finesse that price
Ouu under pale moon light
Under pale moon light

I ain't gonna lie yea yea
I did that
Yea I did that I really live that
You know what I'm saying
Uh
This might be true
But you know it ain't right
Can't live my life
Had that work on the stove
I finelle that price
Cause the scale won't right
But don't touch that stove
Cause they say it's fire
Lot of lead in this fire
That was so long ago
But my hands still hot
Yea my hands still hot
Aye this ain't no joke
Back then I was so broke
I couldn't do the standard
So I went and got a O
I percolate me some Dro
You'll think King Moe the newest Hammer
Now I'm on TV and doing damage
Used to break in your crib
And search through the channels
I'll break on a bitch in some Gucci sandals
Or run down on your clique
With exclusive ammo
DJs ain't the only ones looping samples
Saw a fiend hit the pipe just to levitate
Get no spookier than that
You can rewind this track
He gon probably OD when the record break
What you smelling is probably a dead body
What you hearing is pain with the trebled bass
Quarter pounders got me getting fed properly
Had to sell lucky 7s in section 8
Used to fuck with a bitch who was selling sage
Light a candle for me as I Star search
Man fuck all that rap
Gon hit that little nigga up
With the pump until his car burst
I'm a demon with Tetris my block cursed
Praise the lord
Cause it could've been far worse
Ask my cousin Dearlo
Before Instagram and a follow
I sold me some block work
This might be true
But you know it ain't right
Can't live my life
Had that work on the stove
I finelle that price
Cause the scale won't right
But don't touch that stove
Cause they say it's fire
Lot of lead in this fire
That was so long ago
But my hands still hot
Yea my hands still hot
This might be true
But you know it ain't right
Can't live my life
Had that work on the stove
I finelle that price
Cause the scale won't right
But don't touch that stove
Cause they say it's fire
Lot of lead in this fire
That was so long ago
But my hands still hot
Yea my hands still hot
Cop a eighth from me and
I'm going to hit it with the shake
I ain't have to google that
Dc tell me watch what I say
But I don't care who react
I'm from that Wayne County
In that Tarheel state
Man that shit like a booby trap
So even though I'm top rhyming everyday
I'll still knock a noodle back
Cause when it's war I'm the loosest canon
Snooze a nigga
Like motherfucking new Pajamas
Baby Drakey on me throw a stupid tantrum
Then lay up with a bitch and get too romantic
All I need is three sixes that's too satanic
Bitches sipping Lasseire
Like the newest Brandy
Kidd told me go in cause it's too apparent
I got bars full of smoke
I'm like who could challenge
I was eight when Mane
Showed me the Tre five seven
With black tape around the handle
Way before I would rock designer
I wore black and white skis am I a panda
I never focused on playing ball
Cause I felt like A.I ain't have the answer
Way before I touched California
I sold me a pack straight from Calabasas
This might be true
But you know it ain't right
Can't live my life
Had that work on the stove
I finelle that price
Cause the scale won't right
But don't touch that stove
Cause they say it's fire
Lot of lead in this fire
That was so long ago
But my hands still hot
Yea my hands still hot
It might be true
Even though it ain't right
Can't live my life
Work on the stove
The scale ain't right I finesse that price
Ouu under pale moon light
Under pale moon light