[Intro: Hott LockedN]
All these hoes
We gon' give these hoes one song
Worried 'bout none of these hoes

[Chorus: Hott LockedN]
All them Instagram posts, n***a, you ain't gon' drop nothin' (Drop)
All that pistol totin' shit, n***a, you ain't gon' pop nothin' (Pop)
What you got on a mask for, n***a? You ain't gon' rob nothin' (Rob)
In the middle of the club, don't give no fucks, n***a, we gon' knock somethin' (Grrah)
And I got that thirty on me, n***a, what you talkin' 'bout? (You talkin' 'bout)
In the middle of the club, n***a, what? We gon' rock out (Gon' rock out)
We don't give no fucks, n***a, what? Bring them cocks out (Them cocks out)
Got the sticks in the trunk, n***a, what? Bring the block out (That block, n***a)

[Verse 1: Hott LockedN]
Now she all in her feelings, bitch, what? Keep on callin' me (She callin')
And she get on my nerves, bitch, block, you can't follow me (Can't follow me)
And that ho Alicia from the Westside, n***a been had that (Been had that)
And that ho lil' Heidi from the Eastside, n***a been smashed that (Been smashed that)
And that ho be brazy from the Southside, the whole gang had that (Been had that)
I got an athlete named Musu, he ain't never had that (Hell nah, n***a)
And I walk in the deal with it on me, I don't give a fuck 'bout none of these hoes (Fuck 'em)
And I'ma go fuck up the money, I don't give a fuck 'bout none of these loads (Fuck it)
Just got another show, n***a just fucked another ho
Just poured another four, n***a, inside another four
These n***as be hoes, and act like I don't know (Okay)
Lil' n***a, it's sure, have them young n***as kick in your door
[Chorus: Hott LockedN & NLE Choppa]
And I got that thirty on me, n***a, what you talkin' 'bout? (You talkin' 'bout)
In the middle of the club, n***a, what? We gon' rock out (Gon' rock out)
We don't give no fucks, n***a, what? Bring them cocks out (Them cocks out)
Got the sticks in the trunk, n***a, what? Bring the block out (Block out)
And I got that thirty on me, n***a, what you talkin' 'bout? (Talkin' 'bout)
In the middle of the club, n***a, what? We gon' rock out (Gon' rock out)
We don't give no fucks, n***a, what? Bring them cocks out (Them cocks out)
Got the sticks in the trunk, n***a, what? Bring the block out (Ayy)

[Verse 2: NLE Choppa]
We ain't thinkin' 'bout this shit, we just gon' get into it (On God)
That n***a say he wanna kill me, bitch, come and do it (Come do it, bitch)
And put that thirty to his mouth if he ain't speakin' fluent (Hrrt)
I got some Grape Street n***as Crippin' in Cali and Newark (Yeah, yeah)
I put a Curry on my Rondo, but I shoot like Harden (On God)
Bitch, I was spitting on the teachers up in kindergarten (Bitch)
I earned my rank up in my gang like a fuckin' sergeant (Real streets, yeah, yeah)
I caught him lackin' up at Walmart, bet I hit my target (Yeah)
I put a n***a in the sky, give him jet lag (Jet lag)
Shooting fetish with this chopper, get a toe tag (Yeah)
A n***a heartless, they be asking where my soul at (It's nowhere)
A n***a play, then I'ma put him in a bodybag (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Hott LockedN]
And I got that thirty on me, n***a, what you talkin' 'bout? (You talkin' 'bout)
In the middle of the club, n***a, what? We gon' rock out (Gon' rock out)
We don't give no fucks, n***a, what? Bring them cocks out (Them cocks out)
Got the sticks in the trunk, n***a, what? Bring the block out (Block out)
[Outro: Hott LockedN]
Now she all in her feelings, bitch, what? (Keep on callin' me)
And she get on my nerves, bitch, block (You can't follow me)
And that ho Alicia from the Westside, n***a been had that
That ho lil' Heidi from the Eastside, n***a been smashed that