Текст песни Hot Ones (feat. Sol Lace) - LUSYD

I go hard, put my heart in this shit
And my soul, put my whole into this
I'm a knight, got a sword on my hip
My opps understand, 'cause I'm so over them
High as a bitch, but more sober than them
No October, you know I'm on ten
You ain't goated 'til you do it over and over and over and over again
I had to show up, and show out, and show off
This type of grind ain't something you just blow off
I put that shit on, whatever I throw on
Hop on a song, say whatever I feel on it
I got a hard-on, yo' bitch wanna feel on it
I go bananas, she see the appeal on me
Hot, but I'm cool as fuck, she wanna chill on me
I'm goin' in, she on the wall
She said "put that drill on me"
She flashy as fuck, and she eatin' it up
I feel like a meal on me
I do more of whatever I want, I just hope the good luck I had all along still on me
I give less of a fuck about whoever not rocking with Young, they not getting rid of me
I'm a one of one, and you more 1/10
And I walk with niggas that you want nothin' with
Don't you wanna be on winning side when it's clipped?
I'm a zombie, come be in my apocalypse
Sword on my side screaming "put me inside of skin"
I'm a troublemaker, see me like "not again"
I got night vision, I see bright from 9:00 to 6:00
My light never dim, and I'm not like none of them

Know we the shit, we the Hot Ones
Know we the shit, we the Hot Ones
Know we the shit, we the Hot Ones
Know we the shit, we the Hot Ones

Hop out and we photoshoot
Not just bitches, but cameras flashing us too
My crew hot as fuck, but they asking to cool it
I'm flipping the bird back at the flashing blue
Turn up with my troops
Get down with my set, my group
The ones that get my groove
My slimes gon' slide like Toosie
My left foot up, my right hand got my rifle
I'll un-life you
I'm the type to keep it tight too
I don't lose 'cause I don't like to

I ain't coming last
I ain't coming last
I ain't coming last
I ain't coming last
I be poppin' tabs just like I be poppin' tags
Holdin' designer, got the bag
If you not rockin' Rick, you go out bad
TBH, I don't really wanna listen
I'ma let you talk, but I'ma finish
Like one, two, then I pin 'em
And I'm right behind you like a center
And I'm ridin' in LA with the sinners
With my grills, got the dental, yeah ok
I just might take yo' girl out to dinner
'Cause I'm a dog freed out the kennel

Yeah, I be poppin', poppin', poppin', poppin' tags
Just like I be poppin', poppin' tabs
LSD on my fuckin' lip
Always ready for a trip
Lay it down, lay it down quick
Lay it down on yo' fuckin' lip
Just give me one look
Take yo' shorty, take her to the crib
Put it on her motherfuckin' head
No revives, you don't got no meds
You behind while we all ahead
Got a tool, grab it out the shed
Fix you up, I'm not talking 'bout meds
Listen up, did you hear what I said?
I'm getting mad, all I'm seeing is red

Know we the shit, we the Hot Ones
Know we the shit, we the Hot Ones
Know we the shit, we the Hot Ones
Know we the shit, we the Hot Ones
Know we the shit, we the Hot Ones
Know we the shit, we the Hot Ones
Know we the shit, we the Hot Ones
Know we the shit, we the Hot Ones