Hot shit

(chorus x2) It ain't nothing but more hot shit Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with

24/7 never beggin for a raincheck Old school soldiers Blastin out the hot shit That rock shit

And you know I look good in a black tee (Uh-huh) She already callin' me her baby daddy Hot shit, she already tryna trap me Okay, this what I want (What?)

And I can tell you're feeling me from the jump I wanna ride too You got that hot shit, boy ya blessed Let me feel up on ya chest

Man, I been humble, I'm tired of all the deprecation Just let me flex, bruh, just let me pop shit "Why she think she Nicki M? She think she hot shit," hmm I never gave a F, go stir the pot, bitch

Only Lisa sits there and bites on sauerkraut Everyone's super nice The hot shit Imported from across the ocean you know

On the go, check the flow, sayin' Wu don't rock shit Stop quick, hold the gossip, stop sweatin' my pockets I hear the hot shit

My head is spinnin', from smokin' the chicken, the bass is kickin' My head is spinnin' This the flow that got the block hot, shit got super hot

Prophet Spittin hot shit Off topic

And you're firing up your cars To go to this party with a lot of your buddies Where they're playing this hot shit Loud and cranked up to the max

Cause I'm a work of art Yeah, I'm hot shit So pretty and smart

KEEP MY FUCKING NAME OUT YOUR MOUTH, YOU DON'T KNOW ME (FUCK) YOU JUST HEAR THE SHIT OUT MY MOUTH, LISTEN CLOSELY EVERYTHING I SPIT IS HOT SHIT AND UNHOLY PUSSY-NIGGAS NEVER SEEN A CLIP, THEY'RE SO PHONEY

Yo, nigga Noyd, what's the topic? Nine pound, we rocked it '96, strike back with more hot shit Illuminate, my team'll glow like radiation

Slept with an empty stomach, spent all my time in front of gambling screens Failed classes, embarrassed my parents While I laughed 'cause I thought I was hot shit I was a bum, another failure in a rut

Nod with the beat and move your ass If it's Deichkind on the mic, bon voyage Please give us more of that hot shit Cause we can't get enough of this Deichkind style

Kinda like John Wick, bars like a convict Fuck around and you don't wanna start shit, woo! Comin' with the hot shit, all they do is talk shit You could never top it, boy, just stop it

Come waddle up, without being vulgar Till we're covered in sweat, nonstop You can tell 'em, we're so hot-shit To the heavy beat, IZA style

Skip to my lou, tuck the tool in my pocket Fuck 'posed to do? Whole crew on that hot shit Cop twenty-too, keep the lube for the rocket

I know you been seen the hype, she wanna run and get right (Right) You never wanna go back, know I treat you better, bae, please do not fight (Skrrt) Tokyo Drift when I slide, I keep that hot shit on side (Blaow) I live a wonderful life, bitch, you fucked, you tryna be sheisty (Fuck)

[Verse 1] Hear that hot shit we really pop shit When we drop shit, you copped it, we really drop shit