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PERFORMING ARTISTS
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Vocals
CHASETHEMONEY
CHASETHEMONEY
Programming
Desro Beats
Desro Beats
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Potts
Bryson Potts
Songwriter
Chase Rose
Chase Rose
Songwriter
Demario White
Demario White
Songwriter
Vincent Desrosiers
Vincent Desrosiers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Aaron Mattes
Aaron Mattes
Mixing Engineer
CHASETHEMONEY
CHASETHEMONEY
Producer
Desro Beats
Desro Beats
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Hot, hot, hot, hot
[Chorus]
Thinking that I'm getting too hot (Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot)
Got two Glocks on each side of my crotch (Each side of my crotch)
First **** play get popped (Boom, pop, grr, grr, grr, grr)
Say your main shooter on go, I'll make a **** stop (Make a **** stop)
Only send shots at the top (Shots at the top, shots, shots)
Make it easier for the people in the autopsy (In the autopsy, 'topsy, 'topsy)
Is he playing wit me or not? (With me or not)
**** better D up, too many shots, can't block it (Can't block)
[Verse 1]
Thinking that I'm getting too hot (Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot)
Got two Glocks on each side of my crotch (Each side of my crotch)
First **** play get popped (Boom, pop, grr, grr, grr, grr)
Say your main shooter on go, I'll make a **** stop (Make a **** stop)
Only send shots at the top (Shots at the top, shots, shots)
Make it easier for the people in the autopsy (In the autopsy, 'topsy, 'topsy)
Is he playing wit me or not? (With me or not)
**** better D up, too many shots, can't block it (Can't block)
[Verse 2]
Hoes in the spot, Glock on the couch (Glock on the couch)
Brick on the dresser, we trappin' it out (We trappin' it out)
Never been stressin', I won't see a drought (Woo, woo, woo)
Junkies been livin' in here, kick 'em out
Turn the dope house to a hoe house, I did it (I did it)
Bring your hoe out, make her bop like she Diddy (Like she Diddy)
[Verse 3]
Piercing on her titties, know I can dig it (Dig it)
Say see just got 'em done, can I feel it?
Clutching my glizzy on ****, can't feel 'em (Woo, woo, woo)
I got two open cases, still a kill 'em
[Verse 4]
Yeah, I'm all better, but once a killer, always gon' be a killer
It's seen in my mental (It's seen in my mental)
Shooter came wit me, he crazy, don't tempt him (Brr)
Glock to his face like we checking his temperature (Brr)
Don't got time to play with nobody kids (Nobody kids)
Like we in school, I up and dismiss 'em (Brr)
Never repented for the shit I did (No, no, no)
Me and God been knew I'm a sinner (Brr)
[Verse 5]
Money be fallin' out the motherfucking bank
I can paint a picture that you **** can't
Write him a check, but I'ma leave it blank
You can't get a dollar till you hit a stang (Brr)
You can't find 'em, then we get on his mane
Seat recline 'em make him switch out his lane
[Chorus]
Thinking that I'm getting too hot (Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot)
Got two Glocks on each side of my crotch (Each side of my crotch)
First **** play get popped (Boom, pop, grr, grr, grr, grr)
Say your main shooter on go, I'll make a **** stop (Make a **** stop)
Only send shots at the top (Shots at the top, shots, shots)
Make it easier for the people in the autopsy (In the autopsy, 'topsy, 'topsy)
Is he playing with me or not? (With me or not)
**** better D up, too many shots, can't block it (Can't block)
[Verse 6]
Thinking that I'm getting too hot (Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot)
Got two Glocks on each side of my crotch (Each side of my crotch)
First **** play get popped (Boom, pop, grr, grr, grr, grr)
Say your main shooter on go, I'll make a **** stop (Make a **** stop)
Only send shots at the top (Shots at the top, shots, shots)
Make it easier for the people in the autopsy (In the autopsy, 'topsy, 'topsy)
Is he playing with me or not? (With me or not)
**** better D up, too many shots, can't block it(Yeah, talkin' my shit, can't block)
[Verse 7]
**** wanna be in my spot (How?)
I was at the bottom like the anchor, then I floated to the top (Up)
Lackin' how ya man got dropped (Played)
Rich shooter, walk a **** down in Bottega flip flops
Got good OG with the spray on it
Just 'cause he get the shit from me, had him thinking it was 'za (Ha)
I'ma boss, I'm the plug, you get fronted (Boy)
How you tell a **** you gon' help him? You ain't even in the car
Ain't been on that Wock', but I might pour (Skate)
Met her earlier, fuckin' tonight, though (Uh)
She wants Birkins and shit, that's a high hope (Cost)
Take a rock out my watch, pay your car note (Skrrt)
Standing on business, I'm suited and booted
It sound like I pooted, took off in a Lambo (Vroom)
I blend in and get bread with them white folks (Facts)
Moneybagg, two Gs, no typo (Gone)
Told 'em I'm hotter than Juvy
But really, I'm feeling like Wayne when he dropped the first Carter (Goat)
Yeah, big money no problem (What?)
Made 'em close down Bal Harbor just to shop with my daughter
They gon' have to start a GoFundMe, I gave it (Haha)
Snow-white wrist and my Celine goggles (Ski)
Ain't the type to bite my tongue, I says it (Vocal)
Two twins with me in the room like Roger (Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot)
(It's hot)
[Chorus]
Thinking that I'm getting too hot (Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot)
Got two Glocks on each side of my crotch (Each side of my crotch)
First **** play get popped (Boom, pop, grr, grr, grr, grr)
Say your main shooter on go, I'll make a **** stop (Make a **** stop)
Only send shots at the top (Shots at the top, shots, shots)
Make it easier for the people in the autopsy (In the autopsy, 'topsy, 'topsy)
Is he playing with me or not? (With me or not)
**** better D up, too many shots, can't block it (Can't block)
[Verse 8]
Thinking that I'm getting too hot (Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot)
Got two Glocks on each side of my crotch (Each side of my crotch)
First **** play get popped (Boom, pop, grr, grr, grr, grr)
Say your main shooter on go, I'll make a **** stop (Make a **** stop)
Only send shots at the top (Shots at the top, shots, shots)
Make it easier for the people in the autopsy (In the autopsy, 'topsy, 'topsy)
Is he playing with me or not? (With me or not)
**** better D up, too many shots, can't block it (Can't block)
Written by: Bryson Potts, Chase Rose, Demario White, Vincent Desrosiers
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