The block (hot, hot) The haters (hot, hot) They mad (hot, hot) Fasho (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 running up a knot If you owe me some cash give me all that you got I´m in the trap with a Glock 33 shots aim it at your top never miss a opp When I let it pop the whole crowd get to running like ants off a rock I´m your resident president bitch I´m Barack My lil bitch she intelligent smart on the cock If you mad at me why would you punch on the clock?
Before I punch on a nigga I point with the Glock You a snitch go to court and go point at your pops Never told on a nigga bitch go check my docs Where I´m from nigga we catchin bodies 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 take over But we come in all colors like Crayola It´s hot in the streets and you know it You say you got heart lil nigga come show it He shot at me miss hit the back of the board When I shot I didn´t miss he in back of my Ford
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The streets (hot, hot) The hood (hot, hot) The block (hot, hot) The haters (hot, hot) They mad (hot, hot) Fasho (hot, hot) I know (hot, hot)