Текст песни Hot One - OFTB

Call up Hillary, bring the artillery
Fuck that bitch, four-four said use me
Sitting in the dummy tank staring at the walls
Punk motherfuckers trying to take me under

Feel like my life is coming to an end, G
I'm on the run with all odds against me
I trust no nigga I trust no bitch I trust nobody
I put my trust in my gun and my mommy
Forever Flip, been living on the fucking edge
I gives a fuck, motherfuckers I'ma sport my red
You fuck with me and I'm gon' catch a hot one
By blowing your head off with this fucking shotgun
I'm 25 with a gang of pride
My name is Flipside, journey with a nigga to the other side
Where you can't blame shit on society
They blame it on the nigga that's inside me
I've chosen never to lose and my only rule
Is never let a nigga make me look like a fool
You catch me slipping nigga I won't bitch or cry
I'm do or die motherfucker do or die

You fuck with Low and he gon' catch a hot one
You fuck with me and I'm gon' catch a hot one
You fuck with (Bus Stop) and he gon' catch a hot one
(And they can't trace the shell from the shotgun)

I ain't never had no problem with a street battle
Cause I'll be moving these motherfuckers like a herd of cattle
And I know I'm getting close to my execution
I'm about to lose my life in this ghetto institution
It's either me or that nigga that's out to get me
So fuck it, I'm taking his whole fucking family
Every time I look, these niggas trying to stop me
I got the Tech-9 one of the smokers came and bought me
I had to lay those niggas down in front of Stops, right
They had gats but weren't ready for no gun fight
I think a murder and nothing but a bloody murda
I catch you slipping motherfucker I'ma serve ya
I called Low to let him know the war is on
You want static motherfucker we gon' bring it on

You fuck with (Bus Stop) and he gon' catch a hot one
You fuck with me and I'm gon' catch a hot one
You fuck with Low and he gon' catch a hot one
(And they can't trace the shell from the shotgun)

(Hello?)
Low, Low
(Wassup nigga?)
I just had to serve these niggas man
(What niggas man?)
Low, check it out man
(Wassup nigga, where you at?)
Meet me in front of Stops in about 5 minutes man
(Man I'll be right there, me and Flip is on our way nigga)

It ain't no faking, I'll kill you for my posse
So when it's on they don't hesitate to call me
The phone rings, I grab the line, it's the Bus Stop
He's having static, I grab my gauge and my 2 Glocks
I called Flip and told him meet me on Central
Behind Stops I'm in that red and black rental
These motherfuckers tried to put our nigga in the cross
It's time to hit they ass and have they hood taped off
With yellow tape, cops and loud sirens
I'm coming through, Flip coming too, we started firin'
We started gunning, kept gunning, niggas catching slugs
I gives a fuck because I love to see the sight of blood
I'm taking niggas out little by little
It's straight to the morgue, ain't no motherfucking hospital, nigga

You fuck with Low and he gon' catch a hot one
You fuck with me and I'm gon' catch a hot one
You fuck with (Bus Stop) and he gon' catch a hot one
(And they can't trace the shell from the shotgun)

You fuck with Bone and he gon' catch a hot one
You fuck with Tone and he gon' catch a hot one
You fuck with Ron G and he gon' catch a hot one
(And they can't trace the shell from the shotgun)

Fuck with the projects and we gon' catch a hot one
You fuck with Watts and we gon' catch a hot one
You fuck with Death Row and we gon' catch a hot one
(And they can't trace the shell from the shotgun)

You fuck with Low and he gon' catch a hot one
You fuck with me and I'm gon' catch a hot one
You fuck with (Bus Stop) and he gon' catch a hot one
(And they can't trace the shell from the shotgun)

Fuck with the Bottom and we gon' catch a hot one
We pulled up, we all had shotguns
They tried to break, I say hey Low I got the fat one
(And they couldn't dodge, the shell from the shotgun)