Hot Lyrics - Young Thug

[Intro: Gunna] 

Wheezy outta here 

Hot, hot, hot, hot 

Hot, hot, hot, hot 

Hot, hot, hot, hot 

Hot, hot, hot, hot 

[Chorus: Gunna] 

Everything litty, I love when it's hot 

Turned up the city, I broke off the notch 

Got some more millis, I keep me a knot 

I created history and made me a lot 

He tried to diss me and ended on Fox 

We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop 

Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop 

I run it like Nike, we got it on lock 

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[Verse 1: Gunna] 

Cartier eye 

I'm the bossman in a suit but no tie 

I can't be sober, I gotta stay high 

Pour me some syrup in a Canada Dry 

Ridin' in the spaceship like Bonnie and Clyde 

Don't worry, baby, I keep me some fire 

Shenenehs and Birkins, she cannot decide 

The latest Mercedes her go-to surprise 

Don't sleep on miss lady, her pussy a prize 

Dick in her back while I'm grippin' her sides 

Bigger Maybach, this ain't regular size 

We really fly, we like pelican glide 

Bitch, you ain't slick, I can tell the disguise 

Upgraded my wrist, put baguettes in that Sky 

She sing, I might sign her and change her whole life 

I told her to gargle and work on her highs 

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[Chorus: Gunna] 

Everything litty, I love when it's hot 

Turned up the city, I broke off the notch 

Got some more millis, I keep me a knot 

I created history and made me a lot 

He tried to diss me and ended on Fox 

We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop 

Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop 

I run it like Nike, we got it on lock 

[Interlude: Young Thug] 

Cash, money, checks, cash 

Addy, Birkin, bring the bitch sandals 

I just wanna fuck the bitch by myself 

I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite 

[Verse 2: Young Thug] 

I took the Bentley coupe back, then I hopped in a Cayenne (Skrrt) 

I put the bitch in the front of the Bentley, in front of the driver (Skrrt) 

Haven't had a sip, that that weed you can't smoke in the Rolls Royce, woah, woah (Yeah, yeah) 

I'm strapped up, I'm cupped up, I'm drinkin', I shoot off your tires, huh (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo) 

I'm in the coupe by myself 

I had to kick a door when I was 5 

Keep the old ones on the shelf 

Whole sixteen round in the fire 

I'm sick and tired of these young niggas act like they firin', they tellin' these lies 

Actin' like they the ones created this and they get all the drip from my guys 

Yeah, Cartier eyes 

Cartier coat, Cartiers the watch 

Cartier love, Cartier the thot 

Cartier spread, buffalo on the side 

Princess cut diamonds, they Cartier, yeah 

Cartier bag for the Cartier thot 

Sky Wrangler coupe with two hundred the dash 

Cartier jeans, ain't no way I can sag 

No way I'ma ever gon' go out bad 

I can't go out, no way I'ma go out 

I just grip on her ass and I show out 

I sit like a champ and I wait on a hold-out 

I just whip up a new Chanel Patek 

I whip with the wrist and I don't break the door out 

Turn the whole top floor to a whorehouse 

Hundreds racks in ones, dude brought the flood out 

[Outro: Gunna] 

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