Hot - Young Thug ft Gunna (lyrics) Wheezy outta here Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Everything litty, I love when it\u0027s hot Turned up the city, I broke off the notch Got some more milli\u0027s, 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 \u0027cause they gonna chop Took her out of Follies \u0027cause her pussy pop I run it like Nike, we got it on lock Cartier eye I\u0027m the bossman in the suit with no tie I can\u0027t be sober, I gotta stay high Pour me some syrup in a Canada Dry Ridin\u0027 in the spaceship like Bonnie and Clyde Don\u0027t worry, baby, I keep me some fire Shenenehs and Birkins, she cannot decide The latest Mercedes, her go-to surprise Don\u0027t sleep on miss lady, her pussy a prize Diggin\u0027 her back while I\u0027m grippin\u0027 her sides Bigger Maybach, this ain\u0027t regular size We really fly, we like pelican glide Bitch, you ain\u0027t 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 Everything litty, I love when it\u0027s hot Turned up the city, I broke off the notch Got some more milli\u0027s, 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 \u0027cause they gonna chop Took her out of Follies \u0027cause her pussy pop I run it like Nike, we got it on lock 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 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) Ayy, man, this synthetic weed you can\u0027t smoke in the Rolls Royce Whoa, whoa (Yeah, yeah) I\u0027m still double-cupped up, I\u0027m drinkin\u0027 I shoot off your tires, huh (Soo-doo-doo-doo) I\u0027m in the coupe by myself I had to kick a door when I was five Keep the awards on the shelf Whole sixteen round in the fire I\u0027m sick and tired of these young niggas Act like they firin\u0027, they tellin\u0027 these lies Actin\u0027 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 specs, 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\u0027t no way I can sag Ain\u0027t no way I\u0027ma ever gon\u0027 go out bad I can\u0027t go out, no way I\u0027ma go out I just grip on her ass and I show out I sit like a champ and I wait on a whole lot I can whip up a new Chanel Patek I whip with the wrist and I don\u0027t break the door out Turn the whole top floor to a whorehouse Hundreds racks in ones, dude brought the flood out Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, damn Hot, hot, hot, hot