Hot sh*t lyrics

by

Soulja Boy


[Chorus:]
n*ggas talking sh*t, I buss sh*t
Pull up on your block with the mop sticks
n*ggas they not sh*t
n*ggas talking sh*t, I buss sh*t
Pull up on your block with the mop sticks
n*ggas they talk, they not sh*t
Pull up on your block with the hot chick
Pull up with on your block and buss sh*t
Pull up on your block with the mop stick
n*ggas talking sh*t, they not sh*t
Pull up on your block with the hot chick
Hot sh*t, with the hot sh*t
Pull up on your block with the hot chick
Hot sh*t, hot sh*t
Pull up on your block with the hot chick
Hot sh*t

[Verse 1:]
Now you mama scared her son about to be dead
Pull up on your block
Put these hot sh*ts in your head
b*tch I’m about my gang
SOD that’s what I play
Run up on me wrong pus*y n*gga that blood gonna shed
Run up on me wrong in this broad day I spray
Shoot you in your mouth b*tch it’s a bloodbath
b*tch we from the ATL Westside on the belt
Run up on the Soulja Boy I’ll shoot you in your neck
n*ggas talk that f*ck sh*t
b*tch I grip that take
n*ggas left SOD
I left them where they at
f*ck the pus*y n*ggas
I don’t need a mini wet
Versace on my belt and three thousand cash
Run up on me wrong
Gonna let this house spray
In the streets where I have to f*cking accept
Drop top
In a Mercedes we gonna crank
Gripping these b*tches
f*cking theses b*tches
Man they shade
[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Young Soulja Boy I ride five feet
They say rich homie corn left rich game
b*tch I make a hundred in a day
Me and birdman touch down on the plane
These f*ck n*ggas so lame
Switches size, click hop in
That ain’t in the game
If I catch you Imma snatch your chain
Broad day with that mack Imma make it rain
In that Maybach with Birdman
It use to be me, him and Mackman
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b*tch now I swerve through the trap lane

[Chorus]
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