Lyrics
Trapdoor, twenty-four shell casings on the floor
I up it and let it blow, yeah, I got this under control
Choppers with laser sights, in the dark they gon' glow
I aim and I dump the clip, that bitch sounds like it might explode
I'm riding with dark tint, I'll shoot if you start shit
This chopper holds about sixty, it's gonna leave you armless
Can't love 'cause I'm heartless, I'm filled up with darkness
He talking about killing me, but I know that he's harmless
We got them thirty rounds, them fifties, and hundreds too
Bankroll that's in my pocket, got nothing but hundred blues
They follow what I do, they watching all of my moves
They want to be just like me, it's monkey see monkey do
This is why I'm hot, I'm colder than papa dot
You get it because he froze when Eminem threw them shots
Got rich off of selling pot, and trust me I sold a lot
I'm finally getting bands, my pockets filled up with knots
I'm hot like a summer day, I'll kill you a hundred ways
My snipers will knock you off before you can step my way
Can't tell you my legal name, want money, you keep the fame
Ain't spare nobody's life, you dead if I start to aim
Spin his block with a chopper, ain't no calling a doctor
If you wanna disrespect me, I more than likely gon' pop you
Poppin' with some vodka, no, I'm not into drama
I'm just gon' shut my own mouth, then smoke all my Marijuana
My flow on this something else, paid 350 for my belt
Got MCM, Ferragamo, and Louie V off the shelf
I got it all by myself, ain't asking you for your help
Yeah, I got left for dead, I ain't trusting nobody else
I just need me a bag and a thirty round loaded mag
So I can go visit my opps and make them bleed like the rag
I barely know my own dad and no, that shit isn't sad
'Cause if he hadn't have left who knows what life I would have
Promise I'm fully paid, rock Jordans made out of suede
Chopper, hit him with heat, I call it the Dwayne Wade
I think I'm going in, I swear this shit gon' go viral
The only reading I'm doing is some scriptures out the Bible
I used to have to rob, my instincts were pure survival
And your homie dead, bitch, ain't no point in checking his vitals
So this is why I'm hot, I'm trapping straight out the spot
The police is on my ass with little proof that they got
No, I ain't getting caught, I'd rather be dead and shot
Dudes really in here snitching and sending their bros to rot
So this is why I'm hot, I'm trapping straight out the spot
The police is on my ass with little proof that they got
No, I ain't getting caught, I'd rather be dead and shot
Dudes really in here snitching and sending their bros to rot, yeah
This is why I'm hot
Written by: DLU Kemp