Lyrics ON HOTZ Part 2 - Wavy Kid

Don't lack they got me on hots
Call kj to flock out the spot
Talkin' on bro we gettin em shot
Ooting like Pippen I'm feelin like Scott
Like, they know I be ooting
Staying DT5 my niggas ain't losin
Chop on me clean his block like a broomstick
No I can't lack niggas know I'm movin

Like don't miss when I'm flockin
Shots to his body affectin' like pollen
If I miss bro, gon have him fallin
Feelin' like Jay bro dump with no knowledge
Like he be quick to reach
Givin' em figis we aiming for each
Bullets gon burn him like it was some bleach
He claim he on point he, playin' for chiefs

Let me catch him on that strip
Run' into me better have your grip
Sendin' up shots empty out the clip
Call me acrobatic we makin' a flip
If I call Jah he send more than six
He got accurate aim when it's time to blitz
Yeah they got me on BT
Talkin' to Tuff he don't wanna see me

Slide to his block we catchin' the PD
No I'm not Makk I stay with a ewe
Like we told him don't lack
He wanna slide we quick to attack
Shots to his face we leavin him flat
If he with his mans we make em a pack
Like they know what I'm on
These niggas be chatting we gettin em gone

Like, we sendin him to heaven
Stay toting the Durant you could call me Kevin
Shittin' on beats they know that I'm destined
Don't do what I talk we might as well stretch em
Like, niggas got me hot
They see what I do wait till I just pop
Shittin' on them puttin' out this flock
Pass it to kj go dumb with the knock

All black, skid up try seein' em bleed
Can't love no bitch I'm married to my G
Yk jah' in to cut, tryin to let it squeeze, t
Ryna push' on me nigga, rest in peace
She off the casa she wanna get neaky
Bend through that strip tryna catch me a PD
You know my mans so don't try to piece me
Like fuck a leg shot we aimin for figis

Lil bitch, I'm a demon I cannot be tamed
Never been touched so respect on my name
Please don't not lack no this shit not a game
He got hit with some shit now he walk with a cane

Real ebk so don't think that you safe
You know Ju on court he tryna make a play
You know TJ on hot tryna let it flame
Got a beam on my G so I'm ootin
Like dame PTSD so I'm quick to react

Shot through his stomach It came out his back
Niggas not on that so stop all the cap
Know those niggas is butt only tough on the app
Jackin' that block you get left on that street
D. wade in that' field cause I'm tuckin' that heat
You was on the net you was jackin' it's beef
But when you got clipped what the fuck was your G?
30s and better, send him to the moon

G-lock on my hip so you better move
Niggas dickridin actin like they cool
Where these niggas come from
I don't got a clue
And my niggas the wave, so come get in tune
DT5 the gang, so don't get it confused
Lil' bro got a hot one, put him on the news
She think she the line, I can hit her too