Hot

The streets

The hood

The block

The haters

They mad

Fasho

I know

I know that these **** hot 'cause I'm gettin' guap and they really not

Whippin' up the pot, runnin' up a knot

If you owe me some cake, give me all that you got

I'm in the trap with a Glock, 33 shots, aim it at your top, never miss a opp

When I let it pop, the whole crowd get to runnin' like X off a rock

I'm your resident president, bitch, I'm Barack

My lil' bitch, she intelligent, smart on the cock

If you mad at me, why would you punch on the clock?

'Fore I punch on a **** I point with the Glock

You a snitch, go to court and go point at your potnas

Never told on a ****, bitch, go check my docs

Where I'm from, ****, we catch a body for props

Shoot that boy in the head, make his whole body drop

I'm connected, I feel like a layover

I smoke a blunt to the face, get my day over

Opps in the hood, and they think they gon' take over

But we come in all colors like Crayola

It's hot in the streets and you know it

You say you got heart, lil' ****, come show it

He shot at me, miss, hit the back of the board

When I shot, I didn't miss, he in back of my Ford

The streets

The hood

The block

The haters

They mad

Fasho

I know

The streets

The hood

The block

The haters

They mad

Fasho

I know