Hot Tamales

[Intro]
(Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby)

[Verse 1: Solo Dreec]
It's a hundred and one shots in this bitch
Bitch, I'm ridin' with a fully-auto Glock, it don't stop when it glitch
I heard that nigga got popped and he snitched
If my nigga got popped, we ain't talkin' to the cops, we gon' spin
E, roll the window down, I'm finna get him
Once you see that 22, know you finished
I ain't stoppin' 'til they hit me with a sentence
Up the chopper, let it hit you with a sentence
That just mean the Drac' talkin' to you niggas
I ain't stoppin' 'til I kill him

[Verse 2: GrindHard E]
Put my lil' niggas on you, if they don't get you, I'ma get you
Pussy-ass niggas ain't never been up on no mission
Caught a nigga in the car and left his brains on the windows
Thinkin' 'bout droppin' a nigga before I do it, I might be fucked up in the mеntal
Put my mask and gloves on and then hop up in the rеntal
You the type to shoot a nigga, tell everybody that you did it
You the type to gossip 'bout it, got everybody in your business
Fucked a nigga bitch, he wanna beef, I guess I got him in his feelings
You the type to claim a body and you know that you ain't did it
You the type to say you fucked a bitch and know that you ain't hit it

[Verse 3: Solo Dreec]
I'm the type to go grab the chop and find another victim
Twan out the window with the Glock, he screamin', "Fuck the system"
Still screamin, "Free my nigga G," they gave him double digits
Just fingered through a fifty-piece, you don't know the feeling
Only time you got a fifty-piece is when you eatin' chicken

[Verse 4: GrindHard E]
Only time you ever had a sack was at a football scrimmage
Talkin' 'bout you got some 'bows, but I never seen you with 'em
Talkin' 'bout expensive clothes, but I never seen you in 'em
Only time you ever had a load was washin' clothes and washin' dishes

[Verse 5: Solo Dreec]
Every time I ever blew my pole was on my own, you got permission
Glock 23 be burnin' niggas, better send 'em to the clinic
Lay a nigga down in the yard, I done turned it to a picnic
Man, these niggas so soft, the only time they hard is a dick pic

[Verse 6: FTOS Twan]
Nigga, how the fuck you throwin' all these shots, but you missin'?
They heard we came in the party with our poles, niggas distant
It's too late, you boys can't keep up, you niggas finished
You would never know the whip I'm ridin' in, but it's tinted
Ridin' with my Glock every day, you would never catch me slippin'
I'll flick you up any day, but I ain't into takin' pictures
Can't believe this nigga tryna beef 'cause I— okay
Can't believe he tryna beef 'cause I hit his big sister
Bitch, we outside, we catch him chillin' in his ride, we gon' fill him
Draco sound fully auto while I finger-fuck the trigger