"On Hots" lyrics
(feat. JJ 6iX, DD Osama)
(Yoshi)
I'm not jackin' that bro
(Yozora)
Bro, stop touchin' me bro
Word to my dead, stop- (Zi)
Grrah, like
Every opp shot nigga
Grrah, like, like
Grrah-grrah
OY-OG, they spin through the 8
See Nesty, aim for his face
Still wit' the .40, I left no trace
Started runnin', we clickin' the pace
Been a whole year since Lotti got wacked
RPTK, tell 'em niggas, "Get back"
Say you spinnin' that shit is just cap
'Cause they know where the O's lay at
Run up on me, yeah, I'm quick to attack
Like, Ddot my brother, you know he can't lack
BlockWork a bitch, and we know you a rat
On bro, I ain't givin' no dab
Citizen what? Put his ass on the app
That's the reason I'm totin' my strap
Niggas be switchin', puttin' opps in the pack
That's the reason I'm totin' my—
Yeah, that's word to my dead
I see an opp, put one in the head
Shorty on her knee, she throwin' the neck
Spinnin' through the 2's, yeah, I want them dead, like, what?
Grrah, SevSideK, grrah-grrah, tell 'em niggas, "Suck my dick"
Y'all ain't smokin' on bro, 'cause I'm smokin' on Rippy
Kay wit' the Flock, tryna make him a spliff
Grrah, grrah, every opp shot, catch a Gunna, he popped
Catch a Flocka, his ass gotta drop
But if I catch a Vato, get beat out his socks
Smokin' JB and I can not stop
Rah Rah kickin', this shit hurt a lot (Rah Rah)
Me and Notti gon' spin wit' a chop
If the gun jam up, he get beat wit' the knock
Grrah-Grrah
Fuck JayRip, he got sent to the top (JayRip)
Free Flock, then send him to Wvttz
Before you was lined, Nazzy died in ya' block (Nazzy)
Spin through the two, got the knocks in my sock
Act like I'm runnin', then lettin' off shots
Me and DD gon' spin through the 8
Hang over gates and let that shit spray (and let that shit spray)
Rah Rah got hit in his brain (Rah Rah)
C-HII had died, they ain't do a thing
Grrah-Grrah-Grrah-Grrah, Chii died they ain't do a thing, Grrah Grrah, Chii died they ain't do a—
That's a fact, yeah I know I'ma kill
Better kill when we totin' the grip
I know I won't lack, can't go out like Rip (Rippy)
13, his ass got spliffed
DOAK, yeah I'm smoking y'all Crips, (DOAK)
G buggin', he punchin' this shit
ReywayK, yeah, I wasn't on shit
But if I catch a Flocka, I'm dumpin' this shit
Ayo DD, just geek
Like, yo, Notti, just tweak
Spinnin' back and we spinnin' on feet (Grrah)
He tried to run, and we flockin' from deep (Baow Boaw)
What he doin, for his block?
Word to my motha', don't fuck with the flocks (Pussy)
Them niggas mixy, get beat with the knocks
C Blu a kid, shot himself with the chop
Nazzy, Rippy, JB, Blay, all them niggas in a box (Box)
Fuck that, 'cause I been on hots (Hots)
I got the beam, and it came with a Glock (Glock)
Keep clickin', click don't stop
I see Lil Kay Kay, I'm uppin' the chop
Keep clickin', click, don't stop
Smokin' on Jay, he got hit in the top
Don't forget that we smokin' on Lotti
Dumb lil nigga got poked in the body
And we smokin' on Rah, he got left in a Uber
6-0, but I fuck with my movers
He tried to run, but we bussin' Medula
Spinnin' the 2's, might spin on a scooter
JB got put on a shirt
How many opps got dumped in the dirt?
Dumb bitch got shot, they hurt ('Lilah)
Fuckin' this bitch, might fuck with her skirt
I'm a youngin', you know I'ma flirt
So if I gotta shorty, I'm making her squirt
Grrah, Grrah-Grrah Boom Nigga
I'm not jackin' that bro
(Yozora)
Bro, stop touchin' me bro
Word to my dead, stop- (Zi)
Grrah, like
Every opp shot nigga
Grrah, like, like
Grrah-grrah
OY-OG, they spin through the 8
See Nesty, aim for his face
Still wit' the .40, I left no trace
Started runnin', we clickin' the pace
Been a whole year since Lotti got wacked
RPTK, tell 'em niggas, "Get back"
Say you spinnin' that shit is just cap
'Cause they know where the O's lay at
Run up on me, yeah, I'm quick to attack
Like, Ddot my brother, you know he can't lack
BlockWork a bitch, and we know you a rat
On bro, I ain't givin' no dab
Citizen what? Put his ass on the app
That's the reason I'm totin' my strap
Niggas be switchin', puttin' opps in the pack
That's the reason I'm totin' my—
Yeah, that's word to my dead
I see an opp, put one in the head
Shorty on her knee, she throwin' the neck
Spinnin' through the 2's, yeah, I want them dead, like, what?
Grrah, SevSideK, grrah-grrah, tell 'em niggas, "Suck my dick"
Y'all ain't smokin' on bro, 'cause I'm smokin' on Rippy
Kay wit' the Flock, tryna make him a spliff
Grrah, grrah, every opp shot, catch a Gunna, he popped
Catch a Flocka, his ass gotta drop
But if I catch a Vato, get beat out his socks
Smokin' JB and I can not stop
Rah Rah kickin', this shit hurt a lot (Rah Rah)
Me and Notti gon' spin wit' a chop
If the gun jam up, he get beat wit' the knock
Grrah-Grrah
Fuck JayRip, he got sent to the top (JayRip)
Free Flock, then send him to Wvttz
Before you was lined, Nazzy died in ya' block (Nazzy)
Spin through the two, got the knocks in my sock
Act like I'm runnin', then lettin' off shots
Me and DD gon' spin through the 8
Hang over gates and let that shit spray (and let that shit spray)
Rah Rah got hit in his brain (Rah Rah)
C-HII had died, they ain't do a thing
Grrah-Grrah-Grrah-Grrah, Chii died they ain't do a thing, Grrah Grrah, Chii died they ain't do a—
That's a fact, yeah I know I'ma kill
Better kill when we totin' the grip
I know I won't lack, can't go out like Rip (Rippy)
13, his ass got spliffed
DOAK, yeah I'm smoking y'all Crips, (DOAK)
G buggin', he punchin' this shit
ReywayK, yeah, I wasn't on shit
But if I catch a Flocka, I'm dumpin' this shit
Ayo DD, just geek
Like, yo, Notti, just tweak
Spinnin' back and we spinnin' on feet (Grrah)
He tried to run, and we flockin' from deep (Baow Boaw)
What he doin, for his block?
Word to my motha', don't fuck with the flocks (Pussy)
Them niggas mixy, get beat with the knocks
C Blu a kid, shot himself with the chop
Nazzy, Rippy, JB, Blay, all them niggas in a box (Box)
Fuck that, 'cause I been on hots (Hots)
I got the beam, and it came with a Glock (Glock)
Keep clickin', click don't stop
I see Lil Kay Kay, I'm uppin' the chop
Keep clickin', click, don't stop
Smokin' on Jay, he got hit in the top
Don't forget that we smokin' on Lotti
Dumb lil nigga got poked in the body
And we smokin' on Rah, he got left in a Uber
6-0, but I fuck with my movers
He tried to run, but we bussin' Medula
Spinnin' the 2's, might spin on a scooter
JB got put on a shirt
How many opps got dumped in the dirt?
Dumb bitch got shot, they hurt ('Lilah)
Fuckin' this bitch, might fuck with her skirt
I'm a youngin', you know I'ma flirt
So if I gotta shorty, I'm making her squirt
Grrah, Grrah-Grrah Boom Nigga
