BizzWho - Hot

I don't wana talk lets get it
Why would I wana waste time when ya pants so fitted
Want my time cant get it
Cuz most that shit yall talk yall boys don't live it
I know ones that's wit it pray my dawg get acquitted
Hope judge don't bid it street life way to acidic
So I jump in the booth and I make shit jump like ribbet
Party on the roof might pour a lil mo
Feeling myself gotta sip dat slow
Spending my time on the grind
Might wine might dine with a bad lil bitch from the mo
You dealing with some professionals
Bitch I been eating my vegetables
Anxiety tugging at me every min so everything I puff is medical
I wana go get some cash fill up the stash
Count it and then do the dash
I don't feel bad if I pass If yo shit is trash
I prolly wont take a drag
I set the play like im Andy
Cuz we had to get to them dollars
He tell me a ticket I show up its different
He playin then fuck it I'll holla I'm gone
Popped up Poured up
Had to burn one with the top off
I been like this yall know im on fire
Lil bitch want a taste of the hot sauce
Trap trap about that
Kinfolk in the hood making drop offs
Fuck boy got hit wasn't nowhere around
I was off in the hills when it popped off
I don't do no disappointing
I givem what they expecting
Pardon my language but fuckem
They fina have to respect it
She threw the kitty to me
And I let my dawg intercept it
I think im running a temp
Im hot as hell you can check it
How in the fuck was I done
Feel like im just getting started roll up and spark it
Gas in the air like I farted
Shawty want blow me like cartridge she like'em the darkest
Baby this blacker than black
Wakanda wit boys in the hood yea similar to that
I cant be dealing with rats
I hit it then they get attached like the clip on the mac
Party on the roof come and get yo hoe
She might get took if you move to slow
I don't play around I'll fire her ass on the spot
First time no call no show
She wana undo my buttons strip down and get into something
She know I been bussin I had to show her id
She think I'm Benjamin Button my skin what they lovin
Teamwork im with that
Big picture I get that
Back then they aint fuck with the boy
No help so I had to work it out like six pack
I set the play like im Bill
Cuz we had to get to the paper
I don't like owing nobody
So do me a favor don't do me no favors im gone
Popped up Poured up
Had to burn one with the top off
I been like this yall know im on fire
Lil bitch want a taste of the hot sauce
Trap trap about that
Kinfolk in the hood making drop offs
Fuck boy got hit wasn't nowhere around
I was off in the hills when it popped off
I don't do no disappointing
I givem what they expecting
Pardon my language but fuckem
They fina have to respect it
She threw the kitty to me
And I let my dawg intercept it
I think im running a temp
Im hot as hell you can check it

Written by:
Brandon Evans

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