Hot Shit Pt.2 (feat. ypwhitez)

Tell him, thanks (real life)

I, keep money on this bitch so you know I'm finna rock out

Tell him, man

Tell him

Look, when you hop in this car, you gotta know what to do

One, four plus five, one, three plus two

I just hop in that car (I just hop in that car), hop out and I shoot

**** think I actin', let me throw on my suit

Swap the G-21 for the G-22

Still stuck on the box, can't wait to go through

Law been on my ass, gotta watch how I move

Ain't speakin' on work that I know I ain't do

But a round of applause, the opps so amused

**** say that they actin', what the fuck did you do?

**** say they got heads, who the fuck did you shoot?

Man, I really hit you with that 762

**** talkin' about racks, I can show you a few

Bitch ass, just fat, stop thinkin' you're cute

If it ain't my bitch, you'd be fuckin' her too

I'm a young type ****

I'm a young type **** who draggin' the ass

I don't listen to opps, 'cause them **** be cappin'

Still fuckin' with Watt, down the hole like a rabbit

I'm duckin' the laws, can't run in the sand

I'm trapped out ****, I ain't doin' no scam

My new plug taxin', I'm probably gonna bag him

My **** so stacked, man I don't understand

You want just some rank to go put some work in

Me and LeBro and I'm constantly alertin'

Can't hop in this car if you actin' too nerdy

Dude ass got hit with the Dre, I can merge

I'm back in the trap with the back strap servin'

Hit feet on the lock, jumpin' faces like her

Delighted I live by money and murder

My face got good, better show me respect

I can go anywhere, but I be done just when

I hop in that car on the slime with Vette

Green Sykes on the G21 with the Vette

Lee remember that night we a do that

I be with some killers when I'm out in the west

If I fuck on the first, then I'm on to the next

Bitch askin' for shit, I ain't trickin' for sex

When you talkin' about money, I'm runnin' up racks

**** be cappin', be geekin' for bump

Y'all smack with that glizzy bruh, gave him a lump

Got hit with that 8-piece shit, love him slump

What the fuck is YC dance, and I try to bump

She got a little ass, but I call it a plump

D hittin' that Drake shit sound like a pump

See **** outta jail, they be fuckin' grumps

I ain't speakin' on brain, y'all up out the trunk

T's goin' on shit like you play for the bucks

Shit thinks you're a dick, then get your ass plucked

Lee hittin' that Swiss, so your ass better duck

Don't come down to here with no last chunk

I think that you sweet, I'ma go for the buck

When we came on that rip, it was nowhere to tuck

Couldn't open my shop, uh

Couldn't open my door, 'cause the shit got stopped

If your bitch on the block, then we gettin' drunk

But fuck it, I'm tryin' to catch me a buck

Dukes tellin' me chill, tryin' to blow him out

'Cause the 15 in the clip, I done drop out the dice

I'm callin' my phone, I'm not with the fucks

I was tryin' to just chill, but I'm pressin' that bike

'Cause I hop out, jokin' that shit ain't about nothin'

We're the well-known ones who be touchin' on hot

When you hop in this car, I know what to do

One is four plus five, one is three plus two

I just hop in that car, hop in that car

I just hop in that car, hop out and I shoot

**** think I ain't actin', let me throw in my suit

Swap the G21, for the G22

Still stuck on the box, can't wait to go through

Law's been on my ass, gotta watch how I move

I ain't speakin' on work that I know I ain't do

But around the applause, the opps on mute

**** say that they ask what the fuck did you do?

**** say they got heads, who the fuck did you shoot?

Man, I really hit shit with that 762

**** talkin' about racks, I can show you a few

Bitch, ass just fat, stop thinkin' you're cute

If it ain't my bitch, you'd be fuckin' her too

Solid, man, free all the guys, round all the guys

Man, you know what I mean?

Free little Phil, you know what I mean?

Realize