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Ayy, I live in a hotseat Ayy, ayy, I live in a hotseat, only Tris can stop me If she catch me off— Ayy, nah, for real, soon as I started writin' this Let me know, Wafi text me for a hundred pointer No bap Ayy, I live in a hotseat, only Tris can stop me If she catch me off Percs, I’ma do you bad For the king, for the crown, where you shootin' at? Life's Gucci, two-fifty in the Louis bag Army guns, exotic guns, I don’t know how to remove the mag I'm like few trucks away from buyin' shoes and masks Niggas would if they could, but they can't That's the key, mafiana, she with me We look better with no IG Open a twenty and drop a three, can't face no danger if I'm sleep I got a Patek, remind me of Dove, he was a liar, he'll fuck with me I ain’t trippin’, shit bigger than life, bigger than Kylie, bigger than everybody Ayy, and I'm not takin’ sorry, you can say it whenever you pray since I'm like God anyway I be talkin' to the man upstairs 'bout shit down here, this shit ain’t right LV kicks suck, I'm on my rock, ain't blamin' Xans, it just ain't right You ain't with me, you against me and they better stay right on they side Teach my lil' niggas how to be humble, but they'll still send you on that ride Never stop and startin' shit, run it down and have 'em fixed Letras de cancionesTop ski, too slatt, what it is? Live in the mix For the kids, I'm takin' pics, I told 'em, "Drugs'll make you sick" I barely got friends, I got two grips, I take pink 10s like it's a mint What it is? Live in the mix Top ski, too slatt Ayy, look Ayy, ayy, I live in a hotseat, only Tris can stop me If she catch me off Percs, I'ma do you bad For the king, for the crown, where you shootin' at? Life's Gucci, two-fifty in the Louis bag Army guns, exotic guns, I don't know how to remove the mag I'm like— Ayy, I live in a hotseat Hotseat, yes, sir, in the backseat, Micro Drac', it's fully blastin' I think all my opps on track meet, see us and they run the fastest That shit you got on ain't fashion, I paid 6K for my jacket LUCKI just pulled up in a spaceship, pour that lean and go hit Maxville Spend it, get it back, you don't know that feelin', niggas really children Drop some racks for me to get my dream car, you bought extra jewelry Niggas be actin' suspect, undercover, this shit gettin' serious Brand new Lambo', we in the fastest one, hell nah, this ain't no Urus Every day, I wake up and go get it like I ain't the rich one I'm in your city right now for a show, come meet me at the Ritz then Rubber band it, get it, rubber band it, this shit gettin' consistent Purple Fanta, but it was just yellow, power of the Tristan Ayy, look Ayy, ayy, I live in a hotseat, only Tris can stop me If she catch me off Percs, I'ma do you bad For the king, for the crown, where you shootin' at? Life's Gucci, two-fifty in the Louis bag Army guns, exotic guns, I don't know how to remove the mag I'm like— Ayy, I live in a hotseat I gotta live in that bitch From Letras Mania