โหลดเพลง mp3 Hot (feat. Gunna) - Young Thug

Song: Hot(feat. Gunna)
Artist: Young Thug
Wheezy outta here
Hot hot hot hot
Hot hot hot hot
Hot hot hot hot
Hot hot hot hot
Everything litty I love when it's hot
Turned up the city I broke off the notch
Got some more millis I keep me a knot
I created history and made me a lot
He tried to diss me and ended on Fox
We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop
Took her out of Follies 'cause her p***y pop
I run it like Nike we got it on lock
Cartier eye
I'm the bossman in a suit but no tie
I can't be sober I gotta stay high
Pour me some syrup in a Canada Dry
Ridin' in the spaceship like Bonnie and Clyde
Don't worry baby I keep me some fire
Shenenehs and Birkins she cannot decide
The latest Mercedes it goes through surprise
Don't sleep on miss lady her p***y a prize
Dick in her back while I'm grippin' her sides
Bigger Maybach this ain't regular size
We really fly we like pelican glide
B***h you ain't slick I can tell the disguise
Upgraded my wrist put baguettes in that Sky
She sing I might sign her and change her whole life
I told her to gargle and work on her highs
Everything litty I love when it's hot
Turned up the city I broke off the notch
Got some more millis I keep me a knot
I created history and made me a lot
He tried to diss me and ended on Fox
We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop
Took her out of Follies 'cause her p***y pop
I run it like Nike we got it on lock
Cash money checks cash
Addy Birkin bring the b***h sandals
I just wanna f**k the b***h by myself
I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite
I took the Bentley coupe back then I hopped in a Cayenne
Skrrt
I put the b***h in the front of the Bentley in front of the driver
Skrrt
Haven't had a sip
That that weed you can't smoke in the Rolls Royce woah woah
Yeah yeah
I'm strapped up I'm cupped up I'm drinkin'
I shoot off your tires huh
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
I'm in the coupe by myself
I had to kick a door when I was 5
Keep the old ones on the shelf
Whole sixteen round in the fire
I'm sick and tired of these young n***as act like they firin'
They tellin' these lies
Actin' like they the ones created this
And they get all the drip from my guys
Yeah Cartier eyes
Cartier coat Cartiers the watch
Cartier love Cartier the thot
Cartier spread buffalo on the side
Princess cut diamonds they Cartier yeah
Cartier bag for the Cartier thot
Sky Wrangler coupe with two hundred the dash
Cartier jeans ain't no way I can sag
No way I'ma ever gon' go out bad
I can't go out no way I'ma go out
I just grip on her a*s and I show out
I sit like a champ and I wait on a hold-out
I just whip up a new Chanel Patek
I whip with the wrist and I don't break the door out
Turn the whole top floor to a whorehouse
Hundreds racks in ones dude brought the flood out
Hot hot hot hot
Hot hot hot hot
Hot hot hot hot
Hot hot hot hot