AJ Tracey
Hot Nigga
[Verse]
My n***as on some n***a shit
Nike hat, squadded up, looking n***a-ish
Blacked out, looking licorice
Fuck a bitch, tell her go home, call it hit and miss
All these n***as talking but I'm sick of it
Armani monogram, it's got the stick in it
The brukky throwing Zs and I keep hitting it
Trap house, couple squad n***as, ain't a chicken it
I do my Shmurda dance on a joke ting
MTP, I keep promoting
My south side n***as got the smoke in
And don't be talking Ps cuh we get the most in
[?] from the bottle, bitches love it off
The line is always banging, I don't shut it off
Had a yucky chick, knickers, they were coming off
I buss all up on her titties, told her rub it off
In that foreign nani when it weren't cool
In a rented 'Rari when we went school
My likkle cousin's Bimmer's not a rental
I was mashing up the guala when I weren't tall
Now I'm on some burn a n***a's bridge shit
Had enough of all these pussies talking big shit
N***a fucking with my money? Get his wig split
His crib kicked, sniff licked and his bitch dicked
Buck you if you ain't squadding, you're an opp n***a
Call my females cuh they talk, I'll get the drop, n***a
More time I'm out here standing on my block, n***a
You don't want my young gunners at your block, n***a
Pink Huaraches, got my eight balls in my sock, n***a
True Religion jeans, yeah, they cost a lot, n***a
I worked hard for the shit that I got, n***a
That same shit that got your Mrs on my cock, n***a