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(Hot, hot) The streets
(Hot, hot) The hood
(Hot, hot) The block
(Hot, hot) The haters
(Hot, hot) They mad
(Hot, hot) For sure
(Hot, hot) I know
(Hot, hot)

I know that these niggas hot
'Cause I'm getting guap and they really not
Whippin' up the pot, runnin' up a knot
If you owe me some cake, gimme all that you got
I'm in a chop with a Glock, thirty-three shots, I ain't even hit the top
Never miss an opp when I let it pop
Your whole crackers are runnin' like inside [?]
I'm your resident, president, bitch I'm Barack
My lil' bitch, she a ten [?]
If you mad at me, why would you punch on the clock
'Fore I punch on a nigga, I point with the Glock
You a snitch, go to court, and go point at your pops
Never told our own nigga [?] go check on the dogs
Walk from nigga we catch a body 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' takeover
But we come in our color like Crayola
It's hot in the streets and you know it
You say you got hard nigga come show it
He shot at me, missed, hit the back of the board
Went outside, they missed hittin' back of my Ford

(Hot, hot) The streets
(Hot, hot) The hood
(Hot, hot) The block
(Hot, hot) The haters
(Hot, hot) They mad
(Hot, hot) For sure
(Hot, hot) I know
(Hot, hot)

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