BCA Mike - Too Hot (feat. Li Twon)

Aye aye aye it ain't much to say
Get off your ass go chase a bag I get to the bag like every day
Pack came through the mail this shit official I got more on the way
I'm cruisin down the interstate
Fucked ha and sent ha bout a day
I check these hoes just like they baggage
Bitches all up on my dick because they see a nigga havin
I got gats under the mattress
I got racks stuff in a shoebox
High as fuck rollin up moon rocks
I keep my pipe right by the scale
Don't touch that glizzy boy its too hot
What's in my pockets nigga two knots
Chase a bag but never chase thots
I get them loads in for the cheap
Got junkIes knockin at the trap spot
The cheapest prices in the city
Shop always open come get with me
Thirteen bows just call me Harden
Exotic dope stuffed in a Philly
ExotIc dope stuffed in a wood
I pour wockesha in a fanta
Im out north clutchin my pole droppin off bags I feel like Santa
Take a trip out to Atlanta
Rock a show and then im gone
Dirty in my styrofoam
Niggas muggin what ya on
A nigga play we send em home
Aye aye aye it ain't much to say
Get off your ass go chase a bag I get to the bag like every day
Pack came through the mail this shit official I got more on the way
I'm cruisin down the interstate
Fucked ha and sent ha bout a day
Switches we put belts to ass
Opps be hiding behind that tint like bullets dont come through that glass
Train wreck I see the opps
Im bound to make some crash
The opps could die anyday my kids the reason I ain't crash
Say this what they waitin on
Before I let a nigga take me out bet Li Twon finish strong
Bag up on his head
Thats bout a hunnid bones
BCA hit me up like twon I need ya on this song
Nigga This Shit Here Too Hot

Written by:
Li Twon, Michael McGee

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