CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Hot Head
Lyrics from Radio Version
Rari' sittin on twenty-four, big
I cut the b*t*h, she couldn't play her role, you dig?
A couple million plus I spent on clothes, you dig?
Actin' like she scared, I bought her a Ghost, you dig?
These lame-a** rappers tryna say about f**kin', you know I did
Got three-hundred b*t*hes in the spot and they all dissapeared, you know where they went (What?)
Ain't worried 'bout a ho, tell a ho best friend I'm chief, she know I'm rich (Yeah)
Got four, five b*t*hes on the jet and it's only me, you know I'm lit
I'm a hothead, but my heart is cold, that sh*t just won't unthaw
I done ran it up, ain't goin' broke, that sh*t ain't in my thoughts
I'm a real player, if you play around, you can keep the sh*t I bought
Got a white girl like Mary Jane, tryna swing in like Peter Parker
Can't blame him, that's my son, he just doin' the sh*t I taught him
On Rodeo, in a Maybach, they think that that's Rick Ross
Wanna f**k me? She a broke b*t*h, sorry, boo, that's a big "Hell nah"
Wanna sneak diss? That's cool though, but your a** better not get caught
Got fifties, thirties, switches, every pole, you dig?
Brand new money, blue notes fallin' out my clothes, you dig?
This my business, can't nobody know, you dig? (Nah)
Shake my hand but he really wanna cut my throat, you dig?
These lame n***as get dropped from left and right, you know I did (Alright)
But she put her hair in a bun and grab my belt, I don't know if it's real (Who?)
I'm heavy-handed pointed, all my cuts be overspilled
Had to pop me an aquapipe, this sh*t so real like roadkill
That lil' hundred dollar made a n***a five times, no dealy (Ooh)
They rap 'bout opps but I put the most down, he silly (Haha)
I'ma show when I land, I ain't gotta take no bags, he silly (Yeah)
I'm f**kin' his b*t*h, talk about it on my raps, he gon' kill me
I don't walk with a check, I see fifty on his leg, you dig? (Yeah)
Dollar faygo, now it's worth a band, you dig? (Ooh)
Amiri, flyin' out bro, I'm dressed like crap, you dig? (Ooh)
Just like Simon, the b*t*h will do what I say, you dig?
I go to the club with only us, dawg tryna run to the wheel (Yeah)
My life is a movie like Paid In Full, my uncles, they hate that I'm rich
I might go to hell, I'll escape with the Devil before I favor the b*t*h
Our n***as, for sure, they ain't ask for the money, have all of these payin' they wrist
I'm givin' her blicks, it's a shawty for free, they only get payed for a hit
I'm capital P, I'm pellin' these pipes and payin' these pipes like print
They come with the racks, shawty glistenin', look like a flag give a fit (What?)
Your a** wanna kick it, my pen ain't a regular, n***a, he can't even dead
I done dressed up all my cousins, look like Suge Knight, you know they real
My cars go switch in a wind from Chris to Caleb, you know it's a trend
Who laugh about, and the Rari same color Trae Young, you know that's twin
I f**k this b*t*h, yeah, we ain't go on no date, she know we friends
Got fifties, thirties, switches, every pole, you dig?
Brand new money, blue notes fallin' out my clothes, you dig?
This my business, can't nobody know, you dig? (Nah)
Shake my hand but he really wanna cut my throat, you dig?
These lame n***as get dropped from left and right, you know I did (Alright)
But she put her hair in a bun and grab my belt, I don't know if it's real (Who?)
I'm heavy-handed pointed, all my cuts be overspilled
Had to pop me an aquapipe, this sh*t so real like roadkill
I'd rather chase that check, that bag
Stash 9 Ms off of 1.5
They run, I gotta gun, they don't see me
I was playin' wearin' truth, that's Chief Keef
Drop a five in a snipe, pink-pink (Yeah)
I brought my n***a down down here, ding-ding, time to go
Walmart b*t*h, four thighs, don't worry 'bout the coat
Turn a young n***a, I know, never surrender (At all)
That's why I tote, bands out if I blow
F**k they b*t*h, I know, hundred Gs fat for a show, n***a
I got the cat that track a Urus to back, I bet if I cost you
I got these racks to box these racks, I swear that sh*t like swim or some
Plus, I'm the turnest n***a you know from the city, you dig?
If we catch 'em, you know we gon' ****, on my kids
This Big 4 sh*t so for real, I should spin just for the thrill
Boy, where you at, I'm on his heels, pull up on me, I'ma leave (Miami)
Rari' sittin on twenty-four, big
I cut the b*t*h, she couldn't play her role, you dig?
A couple million plus I spent on clothes, you dig?
Actin' like she scared, I bought her a Ghost, you dig?
These lame-a** rappers tryna say about f**kin', you know I did
Got three-hundred b*t*hes in the spot and they all dissapeared, you know where they went (What?)
Ain't worried 'bout a ho, tell a ho best friend I'm chief, she know I'm rich (Yeah)
Got four, five b*t*hes on the jet and it's only me, you know I'm lit
I'm a hothead, but my heart is cold, that sh*t just won't unthaw
I done ran it up, ain't goin' broke, that sh*t ain't in my thoughts
I'm a real player, if you play around, you can keep the sh*t I bought
Got a white girl like Mary Jane, tryna swing in like Peter Parker
Can't blame him, that's my son, he just doin' the sh*t I taught him
On Rodeo, in a Maybach, they think that that's Rick Ross
Wanna f**k me? She a broke b*t*h, sorry, boo, that's a big "Hell nah"
Wanna sneak diss? That's cool though, but your a** better not get caught
Got fifties, thirties, switches, every pole, you dig?
Brand new money, blue notes fallin' out my clothes, you dig?
This my business, can't nobody know, you dig? (Nah)
Shake my hand but he really wanna cut my throat, you dig?
These lame n***as get dropped from left and right, you know I did (Alright)
But she put her hair in a bun and grab my belt, I don't know if it's real (Who?)
I'm heavy-handed pointed, all my cuts be overspilled
Had to pop me an aquapipe, this sh*t so real like roadkill
That lil' hundred dollar made a n***a five times, no dealy (Ooh)
They rap 'bout opps but I put the most down, he silly (Haha)
I'ma show when I land, I ain't gotta take no bags, he silly (Yeah)
I'm f**kin' his b*t*h, talk about it on my raps, he gon' kill me
I don't walk with a check, I see fifty on his leg, you dig? (Yeah)
Dollar faygo, now it's worth a band, you dig? (Ooh)
Amiri, flyin' out bro, I'm dressed like crap, you dig? (Ooh)
Just like Simon, the b*t*h will do what I say, you dig?
I go to the club with only us, dawg tryna run to the wheel (Yeah)
My life is a movie like Paid In Full, my uncles, they hate that I'm rich
I might go to hell, I'll escape with the Devil before I favor the b*t*h
Our n***as, for sure, they ain't ask for the money, have all of these payin' they wrist
I'm givin' her blicks, it's a shawty for free, they only get payed for a hit
I'm capital P, I'm pellin' these pipes and payin' these pipes like print
They come with the racks, shawty glistenin', look like a flag give a fit (What?)
Your a** wanna kick it, my pen ain't a regular, n***a, he can't even dead
I done dressed up all my cousins, look like Suge Knight, you know they real
My cars go switch in a wind from Chris to Caleb, you know it's a trend
Who laugh about, and the Rari same color Trae Young, you know that's twin
I f**k this b*t*h, yeah, we ain't go on no date, she know we friends
Got fifties, thirties, switches, every pole, you dig?
Brand new money, blue notes fallin' out my clothes, you dig?
This my business, can't nobody know, you dig? (Nah)
Shake my hand but he really wanna cut my throat, you dig?
These lame n***as get dropped from left and right, you know I did (Alright)
But she put her hair in a bun and grab my belt, I don't know if it's real (Who?)
I'm heavy-handed pointed, all my cuts be overspilled
Had to pop me an aquapipe, this sh*t so real like roadkill
I'd rather chase that check, that bag
Stash 9 Ms off of 1.5
They run, I gotta gun, they don't see me
I was playin' wearin' truth, that's Chief Keef
Drop a five in a snipe, pink-pink (Yeah)
I brought my n***a down down here, ding-ding, time to go
Walmart b*t*h, four thighs, don't worry 'bout the coat
Turn a young n***a, I know, never surrender (At all)
That's why I tote, bands out if I blow
F**k they b*t*h, I know, hundred Gs fat for a show, n***a
I got the cat that track a Urus to back, I bet if I cost you
I got these racks to box these racks, I swear that sh*t like swim or some
Plus, I'm the turnest n***a you know from the city, you dig?
If we catch 'em, you know we gon' ****, on my kids
This Big 4 sh*t so for real, I should spin just for the thrill
Boy, where you at, I'm on his heels, pull up on me, I'ma leave (Miami)
