☆ Hot nigga instrumental

(Hook)

Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit

Get yo head cracked for that watch and that bracelet

Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit

He makin songs bout me, when I see him he better duck bitch

Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit

Stomp yo ass out til the DJ hit the lights

If he try me he can pulse his body

Shootin cold my ivy, hands like I’m Ali

(Verse)

Thrown off a molly once a nigga try me

2 bad bitches call me rooster in a Rarri

My young boys sure they know karate

Fake nigga not me

In the hood find me, hanging with the real slugs

Trap nigga, come embrace us when you can’t find no rap nigga

I can rap nigga but still you pay no rap nigga

Adrian Bruno with them hands, make you tap nigga

Getting money, even eating with the jets nigga

Alright, fuck these niggas, they don’t really wanna take it there

Pistols in the club, my young niggas they ain’t flyin fair

Fuck shit, fuck shit – yea I be on it nigga

Take yo watch chain and ring, yea I condone it nigga

Squad!

(Hook)

Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit

Get yo head cracked for that watch and that bracelet

Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit

He makin songs bout me, when I see him he better duck bitch

Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit

Stomp yo ass out til the DJ hit the lights

If he try me he can pulse his body

Shootin cold my ivy, hands like I’m Ali

(Verse)

Fuck shit, Wooda on that fuck shit

Full metal jacket, everybody brought a duck shit

I don’t give a fuck if your partner in the way

Wooda throwin bullets, this just how the roundin play

Ain’t probably thuggin, fat mack on TMZ

Step in niggas’ face, like he was the damn shis

I be on that fuck shit, we be on that BS (Squad)

Hunned niggas gunnin if you disrespect BS (Squad)

(Hook)

Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit

Get yo head cracked for that watch and that bracelet

Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit

He makin songs bout me, when I see him he better duck bitch

Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit

Stomp yo ass out til the DJ hit the lights

If he try me he can pulse his body

Shootin cold my ivy, hands like I’m Ali

(Verse)

F U C K, S H I T

C R E dub, woo that smells Trouble

Woo that gotta be Trouble

Always on the fuckery

You fuck niggas never seem hot

Them same bitch holds, I’m screaming ah!

The one that I lean, squeezing that car 15

I made an offer on the shots I got

Run a hoe here cuz these bullets are hot

Put your pussies in a shit bag, what?! Til you dig that

Imagine a bunch of grownups in Huggies, how you gon fix that?

They’re all gonna laugh at you, they’ll laugh at you

Consequence when you cross that line, I been talkin shit on the low

Blow your mind out, no timeout, you gon put yo head to the floor

Flocka

You got a problem? No problem, I got em

Fuck shit!

(Hook)

Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit

Get yo head cracked for that watch and that bracelet

Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit

He makin songs bout me, when I see him he better duck bitch

Fuck shit, yea I’m on that fuck shit

Stomp yo ass out til the DJ hit the lights

If he try me he can pulse his body

Shootin cold my ivy, hands like I’m Ali