On Hots

[Intro]
(Yoshi)
Grrah, like
Grrah (Grrah, grrah)
Every opp shot
(Yozora)
Like, grrah (Grrah, grrah)
Everything dead (Like)
Grrah, like (Bow, bow)
Every opp shot, like
Grrah, like
EverythingK (Smokin' all deads)
Grrah, grrah
DOAK (New opp)
Grrah, grrah
Smokin' all deads (Everybody shot)
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah (Bow, bow)

[Chorus]
Grrah, grrah
Spin through the Sev, and I ain't tryna box (Tryna what?)
Tryna what? These ain't regular shots (Grrah)
They be like, "Yus, cool", bitch, I'm on hots (On hots)
Like, okay, bitches settin' the drop (Tryna what?)
.357, been poppin' a lot
H-Hop out gang, but he died with his chop
Bitch, we them 'ooters, all we do is pop
Like, free Flock, get him shot
Send a kite, roll that boy in his spot
Boy in PC talkin' silly with no knock
With the deuce I go ku, I be itchin' to flock
AB, my muddy, for him do a lot (Do a lot)
Brodie gon' pour up muddy, movin' wock
Choppin' 'еm, pop out the dark, I'ma pop
Bro up the Glock, tryna knock off a top

[Verse]
Like, oh, hе dead, like, he in bed
When I'm with Sha and all I see is Dread
Up first shoot,, when I up it, they fled
The D's on my bop, I'll still shoot off the peg
Head-tap gang, keep one in the head
Bend through that block and all I see is red
Like, I'm a demon, I said what I said
Like, free Flock, time to put him to bed
Spin through the Mitch, like on the reg'
Got a Glock with a dick, put the beam on his head
Jeebee a demon, I can't stay off the meds
But I don't box, we put one in your head
He with his bitch, when I up it, they fled
Bro in the whip with the knock on his leg
Chop go, "Grrah", hit the back of the leg
Nazzy, Rippy, James, dead
Like, can't forget that JB should've fled
MoveLook got hit in his head
It's a new opp in the air, roll this dead
Mezzy, Blay, Rite, dead
Like ain't no stoppin' this shit
I know brodie gon' flock
And we droppin' his bitch
Like, I heard they watchin' his shit
Knocks in the car, don't stop, keep flockin' that bitch
Like, get on that boy and I click
I got PTSD, who that in that whip?
Beam on the blick and it came with a switch
Like, bet I'm gon' do him like Rip
Better not run, don't run, don't trip
Got a beam on the blick, I'ma send him a tip
Fuck that, pop out the dark and I blitz
Like, bitch, when I boom, better dip (Bow, bow, bow)

[Chorus]
Grrah, grrah
Spin through the Sev and I ain't tryna box (Tryna box)
Tryna what? These ain't regular shots
They be like, "Yus, cool", bitch, I'm on hots
Like, okay, bitches settin' the drop (Tryna what?)
.357, been poppin' a lot
H-Hop out gang, but he died with his chop (Hop out)
Bitch, we them 'ooters, all we do is pop (Don't run, don't run)
Like, free Flock, get him shot
Send a kite, roll that boy in his spot (Grrah, grrah)
Boy in PC talkin' silly with no knock
With the deuce I go ku, I be itchin' to flock
AB, my muddy, for him do a lot (Do a lot)
Brodie gon' pour up muddy, movin' wock
Choppin' 'em, pop out the dark, I'ma pop
Bro up the Glock, tryna knock off a top (grrah, grrah)

[Outro]
Grrah, said I'm face of the Bronx
Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom, like