Lyrics

[Verse 1] Yo we hot like the grip of a gat We pop (clickity clack) In fact we hot - rotisserie rap Leave you higher than that Ritalin crack dope The wiggle the smack the coke This shit you have to smoke We the newest epidemic in rap Them niggas setting a trap On any motherfucker pledges a rat On edge when I rap That's why I'm standing on the ledge with the mac Ready to blow my fuckin head off my back But my mama taught me better than that Shе said "get cheddar to stack" Plus ? motherfuckеrs ain't meant to collapse Pops said "no man can make you drop dead" It take a nation of millions just to break through the ceilings Sometimes I hate what I'm feeling Labels making a killing Make a nigga get stressed And wanna break and rebuild it But I ain't Taliban or Bin Laden I'm a nigga from the hood on the grind and I'm still surviving [Chorus x2] Hot like the grip of a pump In one hop skippin' the jump We make your body fit in the trunk On fire tonight Yall retire tonight Cuz yall rap like you got no desire for life [Verse 2] We the type to kill and ? skippin' the jump punk Guaranteed to ? you a critic you want love Every time I sleep I send my spirit to hunt chumps Eat em up when I wake believe it they want none Fuck your train of thought I derail your mission You ain't a real MC you a failed musician I watch your whole shit crumble you a frail addition A stale ass crumb who's afraid of spitting Not me Imma shine every chance I get Plot me if you time you can dance with death I'm cocky that's right I can hand you lefts Rocky times 5 you will pose no threat Shot these body bags for those who slept Snot bleeds head raps for those who crept Lowkey Outerspace yeah we close connect We blow trees sip 'gnac nigga toast to that [Chorus x2] Hot like the grip of a pump In one hop skippin' the jump We make your body fit in the trunk On fire tonight Yall retire tonight Cuz yall rap like you got no desire for life [Verse 3] Yall niggas talkin about heaters that you ain't pop Screamin that you outlaw nigga you ain't pot Always talkin bout whips that you ain't drop Always talkin bout bricks that you ain't cop And I dont know what what my space cut got you gassed up Tellin' you you tougher than leather and can't get smashed up Think it's a joke? Go head and get your laughs up You a puppy amongst wolves see what the pack does Who the fuck made you hot Who the fuck told you niggas you got skills they should be shot I'm a beast in the belly of Pirelli's and powder Get it poppin like nelly with the dessy in they trousers Uh With a powerful punch then Straight vodka shots you put tropical punch in Dungeons get packed, then run for your gat I'm number one with a bullet I don't care if you strapped nigga [Chorus x2] Hot like the grip of a pump In one hop skippin' the jump We make your body fit in the trunk On fire tonight Yall retire tonight Cuz yall rap like you got no desire for life