Hotspot lyrics

[Intro]
Ay, Shawn Tha Dawn killed the track

[Chorus: Deshola]
They try to hate on a n*gga
Can't wait on a n*gga, cause I gotta stack my cake
They wanna play with a n*gga
Can't stay with a n*gga, cause I know these b*tches be fake
f*ck what you say 'bout a n*gga
Can't pay out a n*gga, cause I'm on the top of my rank
They try to beef with a boy
Can't sleep on the boy, cause all of my sh*t is some crank

[Verse 1: Deshola]
Get back and get down
I got a big MAC like Trump
Choppa don't kick back, like punt
No, you can't hit, that's my blunt, uh
Run up or walk down, he try to run from the Glock sound
He think he fly he get shot down
Free all my n*ggas that's locked down
And I got the drugs like pharmacy
Say he a thug, ha, comedy
I'm in the trap, and I hit the [?]
[?] and he look like Kobe
On a new day, I'm serving up [?]
Fly back to Spain, now I'm workin' the Glock
Beat up the block
Beat up the block, I feel like stone cold when I'm whippin' the rock
I call 'em [?] for the plays that he drop
pus*y be poppin' like champagne
I'm in the kitchen, I'm whippin' up plantain
The oil be damn sprayin'
b*tch I'm the hotspot, we the campaign
[Verse 2: Quin NFN]
My young n*gga creep through the back with a Nina
And b*tch, I'm too cold with the sh*t like a young n*gga packin' a freezer ay, gang
Send a shot through his femur
[?] got me crashin' a Beamer
My lil b*tch she a diva
If a n*gga want smoke we gon' slide like a [?]
These n*ggas pull up, we be poppin' out
b*tch I work on the block, I ain't clockin' out
Tell 'em link in the phone, we can pop it out
Screw it, now I have bread, so I'm droppin' out
n*gga play with that gang, we gon' knock him down
She gon' give me that brain and I knock her down
Pass that ho to my bro, she gon' tap him down
n*ggas talk like they tough when I'm not around

[Verse 3: NLE Choppa]
Yeah, told Quin to get him, hollows gonna split him
Ridin' presidential, hunnid shots in the rental
My money right, so my jewels I sent 'em
Told him bring his head, soon as you kill him
Ridin' on a ten, this is a drive-by
Soon as I greet 'em, I make 'em go bye-bye
So f*ckin' high in this b*tch, I can skydive
Want all the beef like the n*ggas at Five Guys
Want all the smoke, cigarillos
Call out the gang, call out the fellows
Soon as I see 'em, roll 'em up like rellos
Sippin' on purple and mixin' with yellow
Tuck in my gun, you can't even see it
I walk out the house, you know that I need it
These n*ggas be plottin', cause n*ggas be greedy
When it come to beef, I'm undefeated
I'm ahead of my gang, like a mothaf*ckin' cheetah
And after I f*ck her, I really don't need her
I'm f*ckin' on two yeah her friend name is Keisha
They givin' me head inside a two-seater, that is a tag-team
(Ha, ha, ha, yeah, yeah, NLE sh*t)
[Verse 4: MoneyMarr]
MoneyMarr yeah
MoneyMarr in this b*tch, talk sh*t, get cut down
Rich through the block lil b*tch buy the bust down
.26 out the whip, everything get shut down
That b*tch want some di*k now that b*tch tryna f*ck now
Got the key to the city b*tch no I ain't [?]
n*ggas ain't on sh*t, got the drop on the opps
If he snakin' me out, then I'm slimin' his block
Double cup, better walk, can't stop, got dropped
Balenciaga don't f*ck with the Prada
If he want the smoke, then I'm callin' my shotta
Same shooter get shot, put his ass on the rocks
Up with the fifth, these shots out the Glock gon' rob him
Smokin' on [?] OG gas
And these rap n*ggas broke, I can't do sh*t but laugh
Cuttas hit out the whip, got 'em lookin' like flag
If the feds get behind me, I'm doin' the dash (skrrt)

[Verse 5: Lil Gray]
I keep a lot of them hunnids and [?]
Her pus*y hot Imma f*ck when I want to
The [?]
Get some [?] throw some custard at [?]
b*tch you can die to try being humble
Your brother out lyin' and tellin' he love you
If it's 'bout money, then we can be buddies
I'll [?] like I'm [?]
sh*t can get different, have n*ggas go missin'
Kick the work out, but it's not an eviction
I'm off in the [?] she give me the business
Don't want the clout, b*tch just give me the riches
Try put an android, no vision
Two n*ggas with a Glick, bad boys no kiddin'
[Chorus: Deshola]
They try to hate on a n*gga
Can't wait on a n*gga, cause I gotta stack my cake
They wanna play with a n*gga
Can't stay with a n*gga, cause I know these b*tches be fake
f*ck what you say 'bout a n*gga
Can't pay out a n*gga, cause I'm on the top of my rank
They try to beef with a boy
Can't sleep on the boy, cause all of my sh*t is some crank