Really On Hots

[Intro]
(Shoutout Yamaica)
Grah, grah, grah
Like, what?
Suck my dick
Grah, grah, grah
Like, what?
Grah
Ahh

[Chorus]
Back in the trap smokin’ Jiggyman pops
Niggas say that they smokin’ my deads?
Why these lil’ niggas got me so fed?
Hop out the V, feed ‘em lead
Yus Gz got shot in his chest
Sha Gz ran, got shot in his back
Niggas know that I’m quick to attack
Lotti, Notti, put in a pack
Lil’ AJ crashed in the V
Ethan, he ran, he was fast on his feet
Notti boppin’, I can't even stop
Punchin’ my lungs with that Jiggyman pops
(Grah, shit is punchin’ my lungs with that Jiggyman pops)

[Verse]
Spot an opp, don’t run, don’t trip
I got a baddie, she suckin’ my dick
Spin in tints, get flipped
He talkin’ hot, he get hit with his bitch
Gun jam up, he get beat with the grip
Tryna run, make a dumb nigga glitch
With a switch, I don’t miss
300K, all that shit to my dick
Now I’m really gon’ make shit lit
Berry and Dixe, they be punchin’ they shit
Big EBK, I got shots to whoever
Never lackin’ I got my Bеretta
I won’t let’ em, I’mma strеtch ‘em
Big 48, I start dumpin’ like Kevin
Big 48, I start dumpin’ like Kevin
Now that boy right on Channel 11
He tried to run, send that boy right to heaven
Why does Courtlandt say I’m a felon?
30 my body, I shoot ‘em like Stephen
I be steppin’
Bitch I’m bussin’ off molly and Xanny, I stay with my weapon
Throwin’ 7, I’m like Devin
He tried to run, he got blitzed on a reverend
[?] on my hip, bullets like Wi-Fi
[?] bullets make a connection
In the stu, with the drum
Hop out the V, and start blitzin’ to stretch ‘em
Hella chops, and I got an collection
Got a Glockie, I got an obsession
Pay attention, my progression
Niggas die, we don’t play in the trenches
(Niggas die, we don’t play in the trenches)

[Chorus]
Back in the trap smokin’ Jiggyman pops
Niggas say that they smokin’ my deads?
Why these lil’ niggas got me so fed?
Hop out the V, feed ‘em lead
Yus Gz got shot in his chest
Sha Gz ran, got shot in his back
Niggas know that I’m quick to attack
Lotti, Notti, put in a pack
Lil’ AJ crashed in the V
Ethan, he ran, he was fast on his feet
Notti boppin’, I can't even stop
Punchin’ my lungs with that Jiggyman pops
(Grah, shit is punchin’ my lungs with that Jiggyman pops)

[Outro]
Don't run, don't trip