Текст песни Hot - ATM Curly

She gone do what I tell her
White bitch she vanilla
I love my pretty brown bitches
Yea I do her like stella
Got her grove like stella
White bitch coachella
Put the coke up her nose
She gone fuck, hugh hefner
My bitch a go getter
Yea she a go getter
And when I'm in it
She just get more wetter
And I'm just getting more cheddar
Yea im getting to the knots
Yea i had to check the clock
So i had to make the shot
Curly pulled up in the drop
Bitch is a lock to come give me top on the drop of a dime
All my bitches fine
These niggas lying the saying they fucking with me
These niggas they dying they saying the fucking with me
I just pull up beamer truck
I be scheming brah
We dont give a fuck
I'm a leave him stuck
Forty to his gut
Nigga what it is up
Nigga what the fuck
Come and get you some nigga
I can see hate through my frames
No we do not play no games
Pretty I beat out the frame
All these niggas the lame
I do my dance on the stage
She do her dance on the D
Know these niggas dont rock with me
So I got to keep the glock with me
Got the forty tucked in my sock with me lil nigga

I know you see that im hot
I know you see that im up
Sipping that shit out the cup
Baby don't drip on the rug
I know you see that I'm on
I know you see that I'm paid
Get this shit off in a day
Girl get the fuck out my face
I know you see that im hot
I know you see that im up
Sipping that shit out the cup
Baby don't drip on the rug
I know you see that I'm on
I know you see that I'm paid
Get this shit off in a day
Girl get the fuck out my face

On a dark road I took the back street
Got dirty cloths but glock clean
I Hit dead end hard to back-in
Um the next to blow like the pack in
Need blue hunnids I never grew wit it
Thank the camera froze but I move different
In it long term no basic
Um wit the same people that I ate wit
Came along way um at base wit it
No phone calls um at yo face wit it
If the business right I ain't addressin shit
I took a few loses just to get back
Repping GOG LIKE A STARTER CAP
We gone build together we ain't goin back
Ya I knew the risk
But I took the risk
Ain't reaching out
No point attended
Only 1 shoot like my gun was empty
Ain't going back to many bad memories
Need a couple bands to do a feature wit me
Tryna chase the bag I got a few incentives
For that birkin bag niggahs will kill ya
Gotta have heart better keep breathin
I can't hang around cus I found reason
Got a bad hoes but want new cleavage
If I die tomorrow the streets still wit me
I been DaDon and the hoes Dig me
Know where to go I'm a firm believer
Never act surprise Dey was neva wit me
They a groupie quite stayed in the bleacher
That's 205 sitting on the meter
That's a hell cat run like a cheetah
Smoking good gas runnin off of diesel

I know you see that I'm hot
I know you see that I'm up
Sipping that shit out the cup
Baby don't drip on the rug
I know you see that I'm on
I know you see that I'm paid
Get this shit off in a day
Girl get the fuck out my face
I know you see that im hot
I know you see that im up
Sipping that shit out the cup
Baby don't drip on the rug
I know you see that I'm on
I know you see that I'm paid
Get this shit off in a day
Girl get the fuck out my face