Intro: Gunna
Wheezy outta here 
Hot, hot, hot, hot 
Hot, hot, hot, hot 
Hot, hot, hot, hot 
Hot, hot, hot, hot

Chorus: Gunna
Everything litty, I love when it's hot 
Turned up the city, I broke off the notch 
Got some more millis, I keep me a knot 
I created history and made me a lot 
He tried to diss me and ended on Fox 
We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop 
Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop 
I run it like Nike, we got it on lock

Verse 1: Gunna
Cartier eye 
I'm the bossman in a suit but no tie 
I can't be sober, I gotta stay high 
Pour me some syrup in a Canada Dry 
Ridin' in the spaceship like Bonnie and Clyde 
Don't worry, baby, I keep me some fire 
Shenenehs and Birkins, she cannot decide 
The latest Mercedes her go-to surprise 
Don't sleep on miss lady, her pussy a prize 
Dick in her back while I'm grippin' her sides 
Bigger Maybach, this ain't regular size 
We really fly, we like pelican glide 
Bitch, you ain't slick, I can tell the disguise 
Upgraded my wrist, put baguettes in that Sky 
She sing, I might sign her and change her whole life 
I told her to gargle and work on her highs

Chorus: Gunna
Everything litty, I love when it's hot
Turned up the city, I broke off the notch
Got some more millis, I keep me a knot
I created history and made me a lot
He tried to diss me and ended on Fox
We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop
Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop
I run it like Nike, we got it on lock

Interlude: Young Thug
Cash, money, checks, cash
Addy, Birkin, bring the bitch sandals
I just wanna fuck the bitch by myself
I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite

Verse 2: Young Thug
I took the Bentley coupe back, then I hopped in a Cayenne (Skrrt)
I put the bitch in the front of the Bentley, in front of the driver (Skrrt)
Haven't had a sip, that that weed you can't smoke in the Rolls Royce, woah, woah (Yeah, yeah)
I'm strapped up, I'm cupped up, I'm drinkin', I shoot off your tires, huh (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
I'm in the coupe by myself
I had to kick a door when I was 5
Keep the old ones on the shelf
Whole sixteen round in the fire
I'm sick and tired of these young niggas act like they firin', they tellin' these lies
Actin' like they the ones created this and they get all the drip from my guys
Yeah, Cartier eyes
Cartier coat, Cartiers the watch
Cartier love, Cartier the thot
Cartier spread, buffalo on the side
Princess cut diamonds, they Cartier, yeah
Cartier bag for the Cartier thot
Sky Wrangler coupe with two hundred the dash
Cartier jeans, ain't no way I can sag
No way I'ma ever gon' go out bad
I can't go out, no way I'ma go out
I just grip on her ass and I show out
I sit like a champ and I wait on a hold-out
I just whip up a new Chanel Patek
I whip with the wrist and I don't break the door out
Turn the whole top floor to a whorehouse
Hundreds racks in ones, dude brought the flood out

Outro: Gunna
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Hot, hot, hot, damn
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