Lyrics:
niggas yell squad
K Camp screaming link up
300 niggas, that's 300 motherfuckers
Trying to get it in by the trucks
I'm a hot young nigga that'll take your
a nigga lungs
You can try to hide
You can try to run
Either way it go
You gone get it son
I'm ah make it hot
Feeling like the sun
Thinking about yourself
Mountains in Kauai
Make me feel so lowly
Cower at their power
Vertical I like
Dizzy under buildings
Bending like their willing
Is it what I'm
can
You way to hot and I'm the fire lieutenant
A ceiling fan, her hips go round like they going around a mountain and she killing that shit
Fast just
used to this
I'll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun
Feeling like a someone
Time flies by in the yellow and green
Stick around and you'll
to you to get me that smile
One chance of meeting, you were walking by me on the street and I said hi
And that was the beginning of my heart spinnin' like
Took and tore them to shreds
I'm the new "hot topic", bringing appeal to gothic emo kids
The gravitational pull is something my flow be like
Grabbing
My shit sound like on some funny shit
You know what's hot? The way we keep talking
I'm taking off the headphones to talk to you
But it's dope
Cause we
the sunset (I just wanna see the sunset)
And go through the sun breeze with you (With you)
Now, tell me, would you like that?
Uh, yeah
We can make love by
It's like the sun threw
A little bit of flame my way
So hot, we burn it up now
You can't touch it
So hot, we burn it up
So hot, we burn it up now
through it like butter
The demons been talking and lying or some
It's been a long night will the sun really come?
Chop shoot straight
I call it a gun
Roll
They say the sun will rise, when the trumpets play
And the soul will cry, and the gun will spray
Give an orphan pie, and the love will stay
Let
at the stocks
I'm in magazines like a clip in a glock
4 Door when we spinning the block
Motivated I ain't lost in the sauce
I'm the lieutenant, chief,
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it
Dressing all spiffy like seasoned Lieutenants
Working so hard just to be independent
Dependent on you tonight
Hold me tight with all you might
We'll make our
always cooking like Harden (Cookin’)
I’m always committing an arson (Yuh)
Stay hot as hell no oven (What)
My future bright like the sun (Wow)
Like a rocket
with the radio on
I like it like that
Damn, the sun's so hot, make the girls take it all off
I like it like that
Yeah, one more time, I can never get
(yeah)[01:16.58]I'm going until I'm finished (yeah)[01:18.00]I march like lieutenants[01:19.17]Need my shots by Cole Bennett (cole)[01:21.30]Yeah[01:21.77]And I know
pushing daisies
The difference is
I'm anabolic
They're animated
I'm not demonic
But red hot
Like beatin' Satan
On any given day at any game we could
But I'm going to let him tell you what it is
Come ONN
I am on top of the Hillz Like an ankle or shin
Me and stew was fucked up we was down on our
We
know were I'll be
I'll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun
Feeling like a someone
I'll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun
Feeling like
run up, ski mask, you get slumped
My bitch, she too hot like the sun, put my foot in the pot, kick and shit like a punt
I whip my wrist till it hurt, I
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it
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