Hotspot Freestyle

[Verse]
T-Turn on your hotspot, bitch, let me in
And we kick in your door, ain't no knocking at ten
If I fuck your best friend, I'ma fuck her again
And you know it's lil J on the beat, I go in
And I'm smelling like gas when I walk in the class
Doing a hunnid on dash and you know I won't crash
When I'm fucking your bitch, I be grabbing her ass
When I'm smoking, I hit the blunt, and don't pass
And I put on a mask when I go for the kill
And you talking reckless, pussy boy, do a drill
And I'm waiting on papers, I'm signing this mil'
And I'm waiting on papers, I'm signing this (Deal)
And I put on my bag like I'm going to school
And I fuck on the teachers, but, don't follow rules
If she gon' be a hoe, tell the bitch to kick rocks
And this nigga a goofy, he cuffing these thots
While I look at the moon, I be counting my guap
And these bitches on me, suck my dick, they could top
He be gone off a 'Perc, so, the music gon' flop
And I'm posted with bitches
[?] sipping on Wock'
So they sleep, and we fuck, just don't look at the clock
Ain't no Kodak, bitches ride me off the flock
Ain't no pussy in me, run up, bitch, full of shots
And I'm smoking some cherry shake, make your legs lock
And I'm swerving through traffic
Bro toting all ratchet
She shipping the package and letting them have it
I'm sharing a post, and we getting too close, but I got a main hoe, so I keep on the low
And it's twenty fasho, hope you already know
And he smoking on Joe, I be high like a crow
And you mess with the bro, leave some shots through your 'fro
And I swear this gas got me feeling so slow
B-Bitch!