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It's hot, it's hot (Dmac on the fuckin' track) QRN Hot, hot (D-Roc) All day, I disrespect the dead, like, "Fuck the opps" Boy, I keep one in the head 'cause any minute it could pop Sleep wit' my heat by my bed, can't let 'em do me like I'm Pop No, I ain't trustin' nobody, good for that guap, location drop I'm talkin' one hundred thousand, you catch him, stretch him on his block Call me Christopher Wallace, blue fitted cap, this ain't New York One million dollar my wallet, I'm in the kitchen cookin' drop I'm hearin' rumors they comin', but, I ain't worried, hurry up 'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' gangster, I got fifty racks right now (Right now, right now) A couple killers in the back right now New Double R, grippin' my banger Countin' up a check right now (Uh) I can get you whacked right now I owe it all to my partner, jumped out that Hummer like a shotter Lil' shawty gave me her number, her folks the opps, but, I still fucked her I'm talkin' tip toe shit, don't make a sound, get low then drop 'em But, really, outchea and got problems Know these niggas don't like us 'cause ain't no fightin', pistols sparkin' I'm ridin' 'round in a Striker, the VPN scraped off the bottom Letras de cancionesHit they block with that fire, new homicide with my AR Tryna flat out four tires, don't let this car leave off this corner Them switches sound like a choir once it go up, mask on Corona Im on ya, we gon' knock him off off a phone call, oh yeah All day, I disrespect the dead, like, "Fuck the opps" Boy, I keep one in the head 'cause any minute it could pop Sleep wit' my heat by my bed, can't let 'em do me like I'm Pop No, I ain't trustin' nobody, good for that guap, location drop I'm talkin' one hundred thousand, you catch him, stretch him on his block Call me Christopher Wallace, blue fitted cap, this ain't New York One million dollar my wallet, I'm in the kitchen cookin' drop I'm hearin' rumors they comin', but, I ain't worried, hurry up 'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' gangster, I got fifty racks right now (Right now, right now) A couple killers in the back right now New Double R, grippin' my banger Countin' up a check right now (Uh) I can get you whacked right now Bro you know I get 'em whacked right now Hold on, Top say, "Foul" Nah, bring that shit back my way, penalty, you out Now lay down, guess this nigga wanna beef behind his dawg What that smell? That's my nigga cookin' dope inside this house Get on they trail, don't fail, you catch him then you spray 'em We duck from twelve We bring 'em Hell, watch how they stare, they looks prevail Watch what you sell He a rapper slayer, he just wanna kill 'em 'bout that dissin' We got blocks for sale, he put plenty money in that kitchen This Bentley not for sale, he say he ain't dentist but a menace Hold on, keep a pistol, fuck the system, pour that drink up Lean I'm sippin' All day, I disrespect the dead, like, "Fuck the opps" Boy, I keep one in the head 'cause any minute it could pop Sleep wit' my heat by my bed, can't let 'em do me like I'm Pop No, I ain't trustin' nobody, good for that guap, location drop I'm talkin' one hundred thousand, you catch him, stretch him on his block Call me Christopher Wallace, blue fitted cap, this ain't New York One million dollar my wallet, I'm in the kitchen cookin' drop I'm hearin' rumors they comin', but, I ain't worried, hurry up 'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' gangster, I got fifty racks right now (Right now, right now) A couple killers in the back right now New Double R, grippin' my banger Countin' up a check right now (Uh) I can get you whacked right now From Letras Mania