Текст песни Hot Stuff - Anthony 1999

Always been talking some hot shit
I pop out the pool, real starfish
I brought bro some hoes
I showed him the crib, goddamn it, he said he gone rob the bitch
And I know we was kids, but no kidding bitch
And I got me a ruler, this a teacher diss
Know my teachers ain't said I would have shit
Like what the fuck deem me a bad kid?
When them niggas ain't bringing in racks bitch

When them niggas be tossed on they back bitch
And I'm off of that shit like it, uh
And I'm off of that 2020 acid
And I'm off of that pushing her fast quick
(Come on, let me slow down)
But I'm back on that bringing it fast quick
And we off of that 2 in a fast whip
What the fuck going on?
Know we got something on cause the tab thick
And I been on the court with my hands on the ball
And they had Helmut Lang, I was Magic

How I'm coming right home, bitches mad thick
I ain't talking at all, had my back on the wall, R.I.P. Fadeaway, it was tragic
They was talkin' like this wasn't supposed to happen
They was talkin' like
They was talkin' like Ant really catfish
But that nigga in the dark like he Batman
And I rip ya bitch a part, full attack man
And I took a nigga bitch through the rap man
And I say it from the heart, not a flat man

Always been talking some hot shit
I pop out the pool, real starfish
I brought bro some hoes, I showed him the crib, goddamn it
He said he gone rob the bitch
And I know we was kids, but no kidding bitch
And I got me a ruler, this a teacher diss
Know my teachers ain't said I would have shit
Like what the fuck deem me a bad kid?
When them niggas ain't bringing in racks bitch

And them niggas got bowls but it's bad zips
I go pick up the loads with a bad bitch
Pick em' up, get em gone, it was mad quick
If you calling this phone have the cash kid
And my Unc said I trap like my Dad did

He don't know who he fuckin' with, must be a catfish
Bro punchin', l'm trappin, but we on some rap shit
My plug look like Luca, I ball like a Maverick
I don't need no shooter I came with my ratchet
The way I maneuver they hate how I have (yea)
The way I maneuver they hate how I have (yea)
(You gotta keep that)

Always been talking some hot shit
I pop out the pool, real starfish
I brought bro some hoes, I showed him the crib, goddamn it
He said he gone rob the bitch
And I know we was kids, but no kidding bitch
And I got me a ruler, this a teacher diss
Know my teachers ain't said I would have shit
Like what the fuck deem me a bad kid?
When them niggas ain't bringing in racks bitch