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Hot (Explicit) - BlocBoy JB
Lyrics by：James Baker/Darzell Triplett
Composed by：James Baker/Darzell Triplett
The streets hot hot
The hood hot hot
The block hot hot
The haters hot hot
They mad hot hot
For sure hot hot
I know hot hot
I know that these n***as hot
'Cause I'm getting guap and they really not
Whippin' up the pot running up a knot
If you owe me some cash
Give me all that you got
I'm in the trap with a Glock
Thirty-three shots aim it
At your top never miss a opp
When I let it pop the whole crowd
Get to running like ants off a rock
I'm your resident president ***** I'm barack
My lil ***** she intelligent
Smart on the cock
If you mad at me why would
You punch on the clock
Before I punch on a n***a
I point with the Glock
You a snitch go to court
And go point at your pops
Never told on a n***a *****
Go check my docs
Where I'm from n***a we catchin'
Bodies for props
Shoot that boy in the head
Make his whole body drop
I'm connected I feel like a layover
I smoke a blunt to the face get my day over
Opps in the hood and they
Think they gon' take over
But we come in all colors like Crayola
It's hot in the streets and you know it
You say you got heart lil' n***a come show it
He shot at me miss hit the back of the board
When I shot I didn't miss
He in back of my ford
The streets hot hot
The hood hot hot
The block hot hot
The haters hot hot
They mad hot hot
For sure hot hot
I know hot hot
Hot hot
The streets hot hot
The hood hot hot
The block hot hot
The haters hot hot
They mad hot hot
For sure hot hot
I know hot hot
