Lyrics Hot Streak - Jelly Roll

Jelly Roll

Hey to my city
I'm a writer
Amniotic prize fighter
And I'm higher than a no-hip
I'm a riot, I'm on fire
And everybody is talking now
Everybody's watching
Told me "Get him"
Man, I got him
Now I think we got a problem

I've been blowing like a rooster
With bad bitches on my roster
Life is hard and they don't want it
All of my partners are monsters
We do late night creepers, baby
All they sleepers so you can keep your cosine
'Cause we don't need ya

Here's bad apple, baby
If you always bring it, check through
If you try us with detectors
You'll be playing 'Guess Who'
Hope that you protected
Then I pray for Lord to bless you
'Cause while you playing checkers, baby
We'll be making chess moves (smooth)

I see the sun coming up
I still ain't got enough
I'm runnin' to the money
Like I'm in some kind of rough (kind of rough)
Here's to beginning of a hot streak
Higher than a plane, I see the game from a box seat

I'm on fire right now
Baby, I'm on a hot streak
I'm on fire right now
Girl, I'm on a hot streak
I'm on fire right now
Baby, I'm on a hot streak
I'm on fire right now
Girl, I'm on a hot streak

Howdy, how the fuck you doing?
Miss me wit' that hating shit (fuck)
Every time I dip, bitch I'm lit like the Las Vegas trip
Don't know what to make of it
Gang foul, plagarit
Let me set the record straight
I still want to fuck Taylor Swift

Holler at me, I want your bitch body
The fat man is moving in
Let's go get this shit pilin' (let's do it)
It's bound to be a classic
Everything I'm smashing
My white trash ass is moving to Calabasas

He say I got a trophy wife
He married a working girl
I'ma pop up perking this
Simple sprite with a purple swirl

Man, fuck you and your opinion of me
'Cause I'm a gangster to the bone
So I don't lose any sleep
I've been blowing on this straw
I feel like I'm bodybuilding (flex)
Hide my pain behind a smile
I feel like I'm Robbie Williams

Fuck it, we gotta get it
I ain't got a problem with it
But you gon' keep trying me
And I'm catch your body, pig

I see the sun coming up
I still ain't got enough
I'm runnin' to the money
Like I'm in some kind of rough (kind of rough)
Here's to beginning of a hot streak
Higher than a plane, I see the game from a box seat

I'm on fire right now
Baby, I'm on a hot streak
I'm on fire right now
Girl, I'm on a hot streak
I'm on fire right now
Baby, I'm on a hot streak
I'm on fire right now
Girl, I'm on a hot streak