[Intro]
(Drum Addicts)
(Ayy, Tre, we on now)
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on
('MVJ, what you on, n***a?)
"Superhot" what I'ma call it, n***a
Let's go

[Chorus]
I just dropped a tape at twelve o'clock, I know they super hot (Yo)
Yeah, might go post up on an opp shit 'cause I know they not outside
We don't care 'bout who outside, we just gon' up and blow that fire
Ayy, n***as know I don't fuck around, these n***as know they bound to die
Yeah, catch 'em, blow that fire, they try to swerve, we trail behind
Uh, treat him just like Mello, we put three right in his mind
Yeah, sayin' that he dissed, yeah, sayin' that he died
Uh, caught him right outsidе his crib, committed homicide

[Verse]
I rock Gucci with Off-White, I mix dеsigner, on my mama
I just dropped a tape and now I'm seein' extra commas (Racks)
Yeah, I leave two holes in his stomach, look like Ferragamo
Uh, call lil' Fifth, that boy so slimy, he'll snake your mama
Yeah, I be with some real-deal hitters, real-deal wig-splitters
Drop that bag, they kill n***as, they know I don't feel n***as
I got fear nothin' on my neck, that mean that I don't fear n***as (Okay, come on)
Fifty died inside a wreck, that's why I don't steer, n***a
But I'm quick to hop out, let it blow, that's one thing that they know
My lil' cousin an opp, I won't say his name, but he gotta go
Yeah, fuck that boy, catch his ass comin' out that store (What else?)
Yeah, lil' bro trigger happy, he see opps, he say, "Let's go"
Yeah, mini ARP, that bitch fit inside my pants, n***a
Ayy, sixty rounds up on this chopper, I'm tryna make 'em dance, n***a
I just threw me back a pink, that shit got me on some shit, bitch, I ain't even tryna blink
Lil' ho ain't tryna suck no dick, I tell her I ain't tryna link
Yeah, free them trouble boys, tell 'em free lil' Crazy Joe and Wink
Yeah, I spend fifteen on my grills, ten racks'll get you killed
Ayy, you ain't never caught no hat, how the fuck you in the field?
Go nowhere without that fire, everywhere I go, I keep that steel
Ayy, they say that they want me killed
I get stressed and take a pill, my pain special like Meek Mill
Call the Wiz', he comin' through, he gon' shoot like Bradley Beal
We ain't have to do no tryouts, we went straight into the drill
[Chorus]
I just dropped a tape at twelve o'clock, I know they super hot
Yeah, might go post up on an opp shit 'cause I know they not outside
We don't care 'bout who outside, we just gon' up and blow that fire
Ayy, n***as know I don't fuck around, these n***as know they bound to die
Yeah, catch 'em, blow that fire, they try to swerve, we trail behind (Skrrt)
Uh, treat him just like Mello, we put three right in his mind (Boom)
Yeah, sayin' that he dissed, yeah, sayin' that he died
Uh, caught him right outside his crib, committed homicide