Hot n*gga lyrics

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My n*ggas on some n*gga sh*t
Nike hat, squadded up, looking n*gga-ish
Blacked out, looking licorice
f*ck a b*tch, tell her go home, call it hit and miss
All these n*ggas talking but I'm sick of it
Armani monogram, it's got the stick in it
The brukky throwing Zs and I keep hitting it
Trap house, couple squad n*ggas, ain't a chicken it
I do my Shmurda dance on a joke ting
MTP, I keep promoting
My south side n*ggas got the smoke in
And don't be talking Ps cuh we get the most in
[?] from the bottle, b*tches love it off
The line is always banging, I don't shut it off
Had a yucky chick, knickers, they were coming off
I buss all up on her titties, told her rub it off
In that foreign nani when it weren't cool
In a rented 'Rari when we went school
My likkle cousin's Bimmer's not a rental
I was mashing up the guala when I weren't tall
Now I'm on some burn a n*gga's bridge sh*t
Had enough of all these pussies talking big sh*t
n*gga f*cking with my money? Get his wig split
His crib kicked, sniff licked and his b*tch di*ked
Buck you if you ain't squadding, you're an opp n*gga
Call my females cuh they talk, I'll get the drop, n*gga
More time I'm out here standing on my block, n*gga
You don't want my young gunners at your block, n*gga
Pink Huaraches, got my eight balls in my sock, n*gga
True Religion jeans, yeah, they cost a lot, n*gga
I worked hard for the sh*t that I got, n*gga
That same sh*t that got your Mrs on my c*ck, n*gga