Hot - BlocBoy JB

I know that these niggas hot cause I’m getting guap and they really not

Whippin up the pot running up a knot if you owe me some cash give me all that

you got

I’m in the trap with a glock 33 shots aim it at your top never miss a opp

When I let it pop the whole crowd get to running like ants off a rock

I’m your resident president bitch I’m Barack

My lil bitch she intelligent smart on the cock

If you mad at me why would you punch on the clock?

Before I punch on a nigga I point with the glock

You a snitch go to court and go point at your pops

Never told on a nigga bitch go check my docs

Where I’m from nigga we catchin bodies for props

Shoot that boy in the head make his whole body drop

I’m connected I feel like a layover

I smoke a blunt to the face get my day over

Opps in the hood and they think they gon take over

But we come in all colors like Crayola

It’s hot in the streets and you know it

You say you got heart lil nigga come show it

He shot at me miss hit the back of the board

When I shot I didn’t miss he in back of my Ford

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