"Hotter Than A Crack Pot" lyrics
Yeah, what's happenin'?
It's your boy
Young Dolph
This for all my niggas out there livin' like me, you dig?
Can't never sit still, busy tryna count this charlie, nigga
Nigga, I'm hot as a motherfuckin' crack pot, nigga
R.I.P. Pac
Dippin' through the city streets, still bumpin' 2Pac (Ayy)
Twenty thousand dollars worth of reefer in a shoebox (Yeah)
Bad bitches see me, they instantly thinking jackpot
I'm smoother than a baby booty, hotter than a crack pot (That's right)
Penitentiary chances just to add to my stash spot (Ayy)
Throw it in the garbage bag and go and take the trash out
Throw it in the trunk, fire up my blunt, then I smash out
Hope the laws don't try to pull me over, I'ma crash out
Six or seven phones, blue and yellow stones
My thick chocolate bitch or my bad yellowbone
The number-one informant, homie, that's the telephone (Ayy)
The laws in the hood today, I better not sell a zone (Better not sell a zone)
Yeah, I'm smokin' strong (Strong), yeah, my pockets grown (Grown)
Dolph a trendsetter, all these other niggas clones (Uh)
Dolph a damn fool, y'all better leave that nigga alone (Ayy)
Unless you want four hundred rounds aiming at your home (Yeah)
Come across the tracks (Tracks), yeah, that's where I'm from (From)
Where everybody got something for sale and a gun (Uh)
Dolph do a show and get the club jam-packed (Packed)
Dolph goin' hard, R.I.P. Sam Mac (Dolph)
Dippin' through the city streets, still bumpin' 2Pac (Ayy)
Twenty thousand dollars worth of reefer in a shoebox (Yeah)
Bad bitches see me, they instantly thinking jackpot
I'm smoother than a baby booty, hotter than a crack pot (That's right)
Penitentiary chances just to add to my stash spot (Ayy)
Throw it in the garbage bag and go and take the trash out
Throw it in the trunk, fire up my blunt, then I smash out
Hope the laws don't try to pull me over, I'ma crash out
Stupid-ass flavor, ten stacks for a 'bow ('Bow)
Stupid-ass smacker, ten stacks for a show (Show)
The master smokin' stupid, but the OG smokin' stupider
One more blunt of this shit, I'ma be somewhere in Jupiter
Who the fuck is Dolph, nigga? Go and ask your ho (Yeah)
The lil' nigga with the reefer socket on the low (Yeah)
Nah, I ain't got a bitch and I ain't from no Ten-a-ki'
Shawty ask me where I'm from, I said South Memphis, Ten-a-P (Ayy)
I ain't got a bitch 'cause I don't trust 'em, it's nothin'
So if I give you my number and let you call me, bitch, you lucky (Yeah)
I walk around with bands like I just hit the jackpot (Yeah)
Smoother than a baby booty, hotter than a crack pot (Dolph)
Dippin' through the city streets, still bumpin' 2Pac (Ayy)
Twenty thousand dollars worth of reefer in a shoebox (Yeah)
Bad bitches see me, they instantly thinking jackpot
I'm smoother than a baby booty, hotter than a crack pot (That's right)
Penitentiary chances just to add to my stash spot (Ayy)
Throw it in the garbage bag and go and take the trash out
Throw it in the trunk, fire up my blunt, then I smash out
Hope the laws don't try to pull me over, I'ma crash out
That's right
Young Dolph
Young made nigga, you dig?
Nigga talkin' 'bout we talk country
Fuck that, nigga
We talkin' money down here, nigga
You talkin' money, get at your boy
Young Dolph, Skrilla Squad Fam, Paper Route Entertainment
It's time to count it up, you dig?
Shout out to all my real niggas on the West Coast, East Coast, down bottom, Midwest
Real niggas, nothin' but real niggas
You ain't a real nigga, don't address me, nigga
You dig? Holler at your boy, Dolph
It's your boy
Young Dolph
This for all my niggas out there livin' like me, you dig?
Can't never sit still, busy tryna count this charlie, nigga
Nigga, I'm hot as a motherfuckin' crack pot, nigga
R.I.P. Pac
Dippin' through the city streets, still bumpin' 2Pac (Ayy)
Twenty thousand dollars worth of reefer in a shoebox (Yeah)
Bad bitches see me, they instantly thinking jackpot
I'm smoother than a baby booty, hotter than a crack pot (That's right)
Penitentiary chances just to add to my stash spot (Ayy)
Throw it in the garbage bag and go and take the trash out
Throw it in the trunk, fire up my blunt, then I smash out
Hope the laws don't try to pull me over, I'ma crash out
Six or seven phones, blue and yellow stones
My thick chocolate bitch or my bad yellowbone
The number-one informant, homie, that's the telephone (Ayy)
The laws in the hood today, I better not sell a zone (Better not sell a zone)
Yeah, I'm smokin' strong (Strong), yeah, my pockets grown (Grown)
Dolph a trendsetter, all these other niggas clones (Uh)
Dolph a damn fool, y'all better leave that nigga alone (Ayy)
Unless you want four hundred rounds aiming at your home (Yeah)
Come across the tracks (Tracks), yeah, that's where I'm from (From)
Where everybody got something for sale and a gun (Uh)
Dolph do a show and get the club jam-packed (Packed)
Dolph goin' hard, R.I.P. Sam Mac (Dolph)
Dippin' through the city streets, still bumpin' 2Pac (Ayy)
Twenty thousand dollars worth of reefer in a shoebox (Yeah)
Bad bitches see me, they instantly thinking jackpot
I'm smoother than a baby booty, hotter than a crack pot (That's right)
Penitentiary chances just to add to my stash spot (Ayy)
Throw it in the garbage bag and go and take the trash out
Throw it in the trunk, fire up my blunt, then I smash out
Hope the laws don't try to pull me over, I'ma crash out
Stupid-ass flavor, ten stacks for a 'bow ('Bow)
Stupid-ass smacker, ten stacks for a show (Show)
The master smokin' stupid, but the OG smokin' stupider
One more blunt of this shit, I'ma be somewhere in Jupiter
Who the fuck is Dolph, nigga? Go and ask your ho (Yeah)
The lil' nigga with the reefer socket on the low (Yeah)
Nah, I ain't got a bitch and I ain't from no Ten-a-ki'
Shawty ask me where I'm from, I said South Memphis, Ten-a-P (Ayy)
I ain't got a bitch 'cause I don't trust 'em, it's nothin'
So if I give you my number and let you call me, bitch, you lucky (Yeah)
I walk around with bands like I just hit the jackpot (Yeah)
Smoother than a baby booty, hotter than a crack pot (Dolph)
Dippin' through the city streets, still bumpin' 2Pac (Ayy)
Twenty thousand dollars worth of reefer in a shoebox (Yeah)
Bad bitches see me, they instantly thinking jackpot
I'm smoother than a baby booty, hotter than a crack pot (That's right)
Penitentiary chances just to add to my stash spot (Ayy)
Throw it in the garbage bag and go and take the trash out
Throw it in the trunk, fire up my blunt, then I smash out
Hope the laws don't try to pull me over, I'ma crash out
That's right
Young Dolph
Young made nigga, you dig?
Nigga talkin' 'bout we talk country
Fuck that, nigga
We talkin' money down here, nigga
You talkin' money, get at your boy
Young Dolph, Skrilla Squad Fam, Paper Route Entertainment
It's time to count it up, you dig?
Shout out to all my real niggas on the West Coast, East Coast, down bottom, Midwest
Real niggas, nothin' but real niggas
You ain't a real nigga, don't address me, nigga
You dig? Holler at your boy, Dolph
