On Hots

[Intro: TaTa]
(Otoileo, make that bitch sturdy)
Everything dead
(Ayo Eli, what the fuck?)
Aah!
Like, graah

[Chorus: TaTa]
Everything dead, yeah, it's lit
Why these opp niggas suckin' our dick?
Catch an opp, he get beat with the grip
And I'm smokin' that boy who got shot in his shit
Nobody move, then nobody hit
I be smokin' Dotti to the face
Like I'm Beyblade, I'm lettin' it rip
I'ma unleash the chop and turn 'em to a knit

[Verse1: TaTa]
Jenny shooting, she play for the Knicks
They keep dissin', might slide though the 'Mitch
WinterDaBrat, who the fuck is that bitch?
On bro, you look dirty as shit
How you sayin' you 41k, and you lookin' real bummy, you need to buy a fit
Why is Edot Baby on my dick?
Aight, fuck him, add 'em to the list
Like, Ross got them runnin' rick
Beam on the grip, think he takin' a flick
I ain't never said nothing to boy, his mans went bye, he started suckin' dick
I ain't never said nothing 'bout Notti, before that boy died I seen him tryna diss
Like what, who the fuck is this kid?
Why these opp niggas cappin' and shit?
Like, stop it
Fuck a fanny, got it in my pocket
Why you lying, and saying I copped it?
On bro, I won't feed in that nonsense
He tried to run, and got shot out his shoes
What the fuck is this CJ Goon? (CJ)
Bullets inflate a nigga, like balloon (Balloons)
I got a baddie, she shakin' the room, damn, damn, damn
Oh, you say you the heart of your hood? (On bro)
Fuck around, and get shot in your hood (Grahh, grahh, boom)
And these niggas not spinnin' the ville, I'm just waiting to see, I wish a nigga would
Bitches be thots, tryna act like they not
No number two, I am the shit
Grahh grahh, like Jenny said, that boy a shooter, only in my spliff

[Verse 2: Dee Billz]
Like, what happened to Notti?
Nigga dissed, and got sent to the lobby
Opps dyin', that shit made me jolly
Pop a yellow, and bro pop a molly
Say we gonna get stitches?
Nigga lied
And I'm smokin' that boy, got me high
I'm on Chester, on the five
Pop out with the dot, let's some [?]
Someone just died, and y'all wanna make music
I don't know man, that couldn't be me
Knock the goon out his CJ, block on replay, waitin' to hop out the V
Niggas be runnin' they mouth on the media, go get back, y'all niggas is losin'
Took a shit to my dick, if I catch him, it's lit, I'ma show him that I'm really goonin', graah
Last name EK, last name Goon
And both of y'all niggas is pussy
Catch lil' DD, break him like a cookie, like
Nigga you a rookie, like
If you fuck wit' em, duck wit' em, big EBK not one of them
If you fuck wit' em, duck wit' em, catch you wit' em better run wit' em, grahh

[Chorus: TaTa]
Everything dead, yeah, it's lit
Why these opp niggas suckin' our dick?
Catch an opp, he get beat with the grip
And I'm smokin' that boy who got shot in his shit
Nobody move, then nobody hit
I be smokin' Dotti to the face
Like I'm Beyblade, I'm lettin' it rip
I'ma unleash the chop and turn 'em to a knit