Hot Boy 400 Degrees I was a Jit when them Yardies had 400 of P Yardie front my first pack, told me get on my feet Told me give me bout a week and I'll be flooding the streets The plug got knocked, so we had to take over Break over, God MC Jay Hova Legend in the making, get to witness Jehovah The bit move the weight like it's Planet Fitness in a Range Rover Meet my dog at the Planet Fitness for a play, had the game sold out I'm from Florida, I stay on that Geechee shit Hit the club, make it rain on some Meechee shit Get money, I don't need you bitch I ain't greedy but I can't stand a needy bitch Take a trip, take a flight, now she taking dick Gotta learn to adjust, I was made for this They don't love you if you're not making shit Bun the grabba, put it in the za, Jamaican spliff When I drop, it's a major shift Fast lane, foreign whip, Bruce Wayne Front pockets fat like Titty Boy, call me 2 Chainz I stay high like two planes I don't really fuck with rap ****, they be acting too strange Blue faces in my pocket, loose change Hit the club and these bitches wanna kick it, Liu Kang King Kong ain't got shit on me Show these **** game, they try to shit on me I'm like the NBA, bit I got game for weeks The game is to be sold, ain't shit for free Boy, look, **** ain't play no games no more Busting at they opps trying to up the score Low key, out the way, ball pick and roll Gave my dog the connect, that's a give and go