Hot In Herre

[Intro]
Haha
Bitch yeah
Whenever you tryna fuckin' get me down
Nah seriously they really tryin' to get me down bruh
Look I think they forgot about the fuckin' connect bruh
Aye
You know it's the real shit

[Verse 1, TAKTiX]
Yeah
Bitch
Yeah I went ghost
Assessing all of the talent out
I'll click reset for the effort
You tried to gather round
I'm not impressed with you fuckers
I'll climb the ladder now
I chewed the game and spat it out
Motherfucker let's have it out
I had to leave the fuckers
That tried to make all my music flop
It's not my talent cause music slaps
And the proof is us
Like how the fuck you gone take two
Then leave one out ma bruvva
That's my bruvva don't ever try me
You stupid fucks

[Verse 2, TAKTiX]
I'm sorry
I'm angry
I'm lowkey fucking faded
I promised that I'll never have a drink until I made it
But everydays a blessing
I'm moving pieces like chess
You can get it grab a vest
I'm fucking built from the dessert
And I've heard enough
I ain't tryna dirt or nun
I just had to pop out just to save it
Cause copying me is bad enough
The balls rolling for all of you
Now it's batter up
I set the fucking standard
Your standard just never added up

[Verse 3, Laze]
It really didn't matter bruh
Really it's just sad as fuck
Writing raps I murder ink
Bruvva I'm fucking tatted up
Tell em pussies saddle up
Tax said the balls rolling (Yeah I did)
Pussy try and flatten us
I'm back baby and I'm ready to spray
You can't knock me cause I'm heavy
Bitch you know that it's Laze
I'm here to eat no competition
On the mic I'm getting better like
You don't want no drama
I'll be waiting for your counterstrike
Middle of the warzone
Your crew is getting torn though
Faking motherfuckers
Show your pussy for the porno

[Verse 4, TAKTiX & Laze]
Ha
That shits embarrassing as
And how the fuck you gonna say
That you was carrying tax
I get the strap and then clap
I tell the pussy relax
And don't you ever try
And come around and fuck with the pack
It's TBS

[Outro, TAKTiX]
They never thought I'd be mad
I brought my gat into the club
And now they're leaving it
Saying they're like
I ain't tryna get shot
I'm gonna fuck off home now
They never thought I'd be mad
I brought my gat into the club
And now they're leaving it
Saying they're like
I ain't tryna get shot
I'm gonna fuck off home now