Hotshot

[Intro]
(Bloodhounds)
(Vinso)
(Fu-fuck ONE YEAR)

[Hook]
Talkin' bullshit, you gon' make me act up
You ain't on shit, you don't need to act tough
Stupid little kid, you can call me Forrest Gump
I'm recording hits, 30K in a month

[Verse 1]
Money stuffed in my Prada duff
I-I, I got racks, but it's not enough
Need the cash, need to flip this dough
Choppa sing like la-la-la
Check comin' in, rock it out like it's federal
Ask me why I need these pills, don't worry, they just medical
Got a fuckin' feel of imbalance in my chemicals
Go in for the kill, I can see you in my reticle
I just got this drop and your boyfriend on the fentanyl
All you do is flaunt, you should just fucking forget it, bro
I'm a hotshot with this Glock, feel professional
I'ma run it, pop, tell the cop it was ethical

[Bridge]
Check comin' in, rock it out, fe-federal
Ask me why I need these pills, don't worry, me-medical
Got a fuckin' feel of imbalance, che-chemical
Go in for the kill, I can see you in my reticle-cle

[Verse 2]
I can never stop, bro, it's money over death
Playin' with the thoughts runnin' 'round inside my head
Ballin' at the mall, bought you something, can you guess?
Christian Louboutins in the box, bloody red
I'm the boss to these boys, they resent
Bitch, I feel like Sg, 17 again
If you done me wrong, don't expect me to forget
Singing all my songs, same room as my bed
Your lips so sweet and I can't speak
Le-le-let me show you what I can be
Prada shoes we dirty dancing
Feeling so fragile, like Bambi

[Hook]
Talkin' bullshit, you gon' make me act up
You ain't on shit, you don't need to act tough
Stupid little kid, you can call me Forrest Gump
I'm recording hits, 30K in a month

[Outro]
Money stuffed in my Prada duff
I-I got racks, but it's not enough
Need the cash, need to flip this dough
Choppa sing like la-la-la
Check comin' in, rock it out like it's federal
Ask me why I need these pills, don't worry, they just medical
Got a fuckin' feel of imbalance in my chemicals
Go in for the kill, I can see you in my reticle