Hot Lyrics by Young Thug

0:01Wheezy outta here

0:04Hot, hot, hot, hot

0:08Hot, hot, hot, hot

0:13Hot, hot, hot, hot

0:17Hot, hot, hot, hot

0:21Everything litty, I love when it's hot

0:23Turned up the city, I broke off the notch

0:25Got some more millis, I keep me a knot

0:27I created history and made me a lot

0:30He tried to diss me and ended on Fox

0:32We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop

0:34Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop

0:36I run it like Nike, we got it on lock

0:38Cartier eye

0:39I'm the bossman in a suit but no tie

0:41I can't be sober, I gotta stay high

0:43Pour me some syrup in a Canada Dry

0:46Ridin' in the spaceship like Bonnie and Clyde

0:48Don't worry, baby, I keep me some fire

0:50Shenenehs and Birkins, she cannot decide

0:52The latest Mercedes, it goes through surprise

0:54Don't sleep on miss lady, her pussy a prize

0:56Dick in her back while I'm grippin' her sides

0:58Bigger Maybach, this ain't regular size

1:01We really fly, we like pelican glide

1:03Bitch, you ain't slick, I can tell the disguise

1:05Upgraded my wrist, put baguettes in that Sky

1:07She sing, I might sign her and change her whole life

1:09I told her to gargle and work on her highs

1:12Everything litty, I love when it's hot

1:15Turned up the city, I broke off the notch

1:17Got some more millis, I keep me a knot

1:19I created history and made me a lot

1:21He tried to diss me and ended on Fox

1:23We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop

1:25Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop

1:27I run it like Nike, we got it on lock

1:30Cash, money, checks, cash

1:34Addy, Birkin, bring the bitch sandals

1:38I just wanna fuck the bitch by myself

1:42I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite

1:47I took the Bentley coupe back, then I hopped in a Cayenne (Skrrt)

1:50I put the bitch in the front of the

1:52Bentley, in front of the driver (Skrrt)

1:55Haven't had a sip

1:56That that weed you can't smoke in

1:57The Rolls Royce, woah, woah (Yeah, yeah)

2:00I'm strapped up, I'm cupped up, I'm drinkin'

2:01I shoot off your tires, huh (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)

2:04I'm in the coupe by myself

2:06I had to kick a door when I was five

2:08Keep the old ones on the shelf

2:10Whole sixteen round in the fire

2:12I'm sick and tired of these young niggas

2:13Act like they firin', they tellin' these lies

2:16Actin' like they the ones created this

2:18And they get all the drip from my guys

2:21Yeah, Cartier eyes

2:22Cartier coat, Cartiers the watch

2:24Cartier love, Cartier the thot

2:26Cartier spread, buffalo on the side

2:29Princess cut diamonds, they Cartier, yeah

2:30Cartier bag for the Cartier thot

2:33Sky Wrangler coupe with two hundred the dash

2:35Cartier jeans, ain't no way I can sag

2:37No way I'ma ever gon' go out bad

2:38I can't go out, no way I'ma go out

2:41I just grip on her ass and I show out

2:43I sit like a champ and I wait on a hold-out

2:45I just whip up a new Chanel Patek

2:47I whip with the wrist and I don't break the door out

2:49Turn the whole top floor to a whorehouse

2:52Hundreds racks in ones, dude brought the flood out

2:55Hot, hot, hot, hot

2:59Hot, hot, hot, hot

3:04Hot, hot, hot, damn

3:08Hot, hot, hot, hot

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