"Hot N Ready" lyrics
(feat. Hotboii)
[1900Rugrat:]
(Huh, pull up when I'm ready)
(Ha-ha, ready, ha, bitch, she hot and ready) Hot and ready
(Chains on spaghetti, uh, diamonds stupid wetty, uh)
Uh
Chain stupid wetty, diamonds on spaghetti
Watch came presi', Dusa Peretti
Huh, huh, huh, huh, bitch, she upsetty
Tryna fall asleep, gotta kick her out the telly
Tired of your back, bitch, get up on your belly
I been in the field, I'll hit you with a hesi
Huh, bitch, I'm up bready, huh, bitch, she hot and ready
I don't leave the block 'less I got my Glock with me
Ah, we got vibes winnin', bitch, she bad Billy
Said she from the Bronx, turn her up to Miami
The Glock a ratchet ho how I got the heat twerkin'
Oh, that lil' ho pull the Balmain, chew me up like beef jerky
I call big bro irresponsible, taught me how the heat workin'
I'm in Cali' smokin' Cali' plug, ah-err, stomach hurtin'
Huh-huh, four fan, huh-huh, five-seven
Huh-huh, I might send my last with this MAC-10
Huh-huh, MAC-90's, huh-huh, Russian K's
All their asses ain't sleep in 'bout thirty days
Bitch bad, fold her thirty ways
Fresh as hell, still'll go back to my dirty ways
Come here, huh, baby, huh, bitch, I need me some more
Huh, I was G'in' this ho on coke, tired of pussy, I'm fuckin' her throat
Pussy water, she came out a boat
Tell the truth, but I lie under oath
It's a lot on the line, you play with the L's, gon' be a lot on the floor
Rent the Maybach snow-white, it look like a line of some coke
Perkys speakin' on me on the low
I just been thinkin' 'bout uppin' the score
Drop me a fifty, they takin' a tow
She got greeted, I head to the store
She got greeted, you duck like a bitch, them boys from Burch, you hit like a ho
Chain stupid wetty, diamonds on spaghetti
Watch came presi', Dusa Peretti
Huh, huh, huh, huh, bitch, she upsetty
Tryna fall asleep, gotta kick her out the telly
Tired of your back, bitch, get up on your belly
I been in the field, I'll hit you with a hesi
Huh, bitch, I'm up bready, huh, bitch, she hot and ready
I don't leave the block 'less I got my Glock with me
[Hotboii (1900Rugrat):]
Yeah, I got fetty, everything on me a flood
I got my Glock with me just in case a nigga mud
Leave your block messy, let the sweepers clean it up
.45, keep him tucked, he be in there clutched
It be hard for me to care 'cause I don't really give a fuck
On codeine, I'm feelin' zombie, I be screamin', "ZMF"
Keep it street, he died in the streets, okay, let's leave it there
Keep the heat up on any way, we gon' kill him, leave him meltin'
Fuck who muggin' in the club, bitches on my willy
I be screamin', "Don't want love", Cupid, can you hear me?
We got Glocks, really, run up, don't be silly
MAC-10, Makaveli, bitches, got too many (Uh)
[1900Rugrat (1900Rugrat & Hotboii):]
(Chain stupid wetty, diamonds on spaghetti)
(Watch came presi', Dusa Peretti)
Huh, huh, huh, huh, bitch, she upsetty
Tryna fall asleep, gotta kick her out the telly
Tired of your back, bitch, get up on your belly
I been in the field, I'll hit you with a hesi
Huh, bitch, I'm up bready, huh, bitch, she hot and ready
I don't leave the block 'less I got my Glock with me
(Huh, pull up when I'm ready)
(Ha-ha, ready, ha, bitch, she hot and ready) Hot and ready
(Chains on spaghetti, uh, diamonds stupid wetty, uh)
Uh
Chain stupid wetty, diamonds on spaghetti
Watch came presi', Dusa Peretti
Huh, huh, huh, huh, bitch, she upsetty
Tryna fall asleep, gotta kick her out the telly
Tired of your back, bitch, get up on your belly
I been in the field, I'll hit you with a hesi
Huh, bitch, I'm up bready, huh, bitch, she hot and ready
I don't leave the block 'less I got my Glock with me
Ah, we got vibes winnin', bitch, she bad Billy
Said she from the Bronx, turn her up to Miami
The Glock a ratchet ho how I got the heat twerkin'
Oh, that lil' ho pull the Balmain, chew me up like beef jerky
I call big bro irresponsible, taught me how the heat workin'
I'm in Cali' smokin' Cali' plug, ah-err, stomach hurtin'
Huh-huh, four fan, huh-huh, five-seven
Huh-huh, I might send my last with this MAC-10
Huh-huh, MAC-90's, huh-huh, Russian K's
All their asses ain't sleep in 'bout thirty days
Bitch bad, fold her thirty ways
Fresh as hell, still'll go back to my dirty ways
Come here, huh, baby, huh, bitch, I need me some more
Huh, I was G'in' this ho on coke, tired of pussy, I'm fuckin' her throat
Pussy water, she came out a boat
Tell the truth, but I lie under oath
It's a lot on the line, you play with the L's, gon' be a lot on the floor
Rent the Maybach snow-white, it look like a line of some coke
Perkys speakin' on me on the low
I just been thinkin' 'bout uppin' the score
Drop me a fifty, they takin' a tow
She got greeted, I head to the store
She got greeted, you duck like a bitch, them boys from Burch, you hit like a ho
Chain stupid wetty, diamonds on spaghetti
Watch came presi', Dusa Peretti
Huh, huh, huh, huh, bitch, she upsetty
Tryna fall asleep, gotta kick her out the telly
Tired of your back, bitch, get up on your belly
I been in the field, I'll hit you with a hesi
Huh, bitch, I'm up bready, huh, bitch, she hot and ready
I don't leave the block 'less I got my Glock with me
[Hotboii (1900Rugrat):]
Yeah, I got fetty, everything on me a flood
I got my Glock with me just in case a nigga mud
Leave your block messy, let the sweepers clean it up
.45, keep him tucked, he be in there clutched
It be hard for me to care 'cause I don't really give a fuck
On codeine, I'm feelin' zombie, I be screamin', "ZMF"
Keep it street, he died in the streets, okay, let's leave it there
Keep the heat up on any way, we gon' kill him, leave him meltin'
Fuck who muggin' in the club, bitches on my willy
I be screamin', "Don't want love", Cupid, can you hear me?
We got Glocks, really, run up, don't be silly
MAC-10, Makaveli, bitches, got too many (Uh)
[1900Rugrat (1900Rugrat & Hotboii):]
(Chain stupid wetty, diamonds on spaghetti)
(Watch came presi', Dusa Peretti)
Huh, huh, huh, huh, bitch, she upsetty
Tryna fall asleep, gotta kick her out the telly
Tired of your back, bitch, get up on your belly
I been in the field, I'll hit you with a hesi
Huh, bitch, I'm up bready, huh, bitch, she hot and ready
I don't leave the block 'less I got my Glock with me
