SaySo1of1 - WhoReallyHot?

Ay, yeah
Huh, you dig
You know what I'm saying
C'mon, c'mon

Ay, he get that hating shit from his pops
He taught that boy to envy everything when he can't get guap
I done snuck the compact, deuce deuce in the club, it fit in my sock
Punch a nigga eyeball out the socket frame incase they all forgot

We done got a couple rings on that foot field, cause these hoes dropping dots
Shootout on camera, it could be the grocery store, let's see who really hot
Soon as We get to hoopin', nigga, we overscore this a Wilt Chamberlain clock
My brother had a stick longer than a four-by-four, he'll crack a n***a pot

What you know about toe-to-toe on that block, runnin' to them plays fully stocked
Long live my brothers, them i don't even really express this shit a lot
The people know I'm really him, no shade here, but I'm comin' for that spot
Them Percocets, stab the pain

When you tryna stop takin' them pills, it drive your mind insane
When I pull up, nigga, that shit on, I'm with the gang, gang
Every time I'm outside, my button on, I'm ready to bust a brain
I dont wanna bust my rollie down, bitch, keep it plain Jane

Shawty say she feelin' a lil nigga, I ain't one of the same
Only reason they put you on the set, cause you a crash quicker
If I was worried about any nigga in these streets, you'd be the last, nigga
I was fucked up, barely had it for myself, gave you my last, nigga

Sayso off in the motherfucker cut like a gash, nigga
He get that hating shit from his pops
He taught that boy to envy everything when he can't get guap
I done snuck the compact, deuce-deuce in the club, it fit in my sock

Punch a nigga eyeball out the socket frame Incase they all forgot
We done got a couple rings on that foot field, cause these hoes dropping dots
Shoot out on camera, it could be the grocery store, let's see who really hot
Soon as we get to hoopin', nigga, we overscore, This a Wilt Chamberlain clock

My brother had a stick longer than a four-by-four, he'll crack a nigga pot
What you know about toe-to-toe on that block, runnin' to them plays fully stocked
Long live my brothers, them i don't even really express this shit a lot
The people know I'm really him, no shade here, but I'm comin' for that spot

And Percocets stab the pain
When you tryna stop takin' them pills, it drive your mind insane

Written by:
Maurice Holmes

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