Skeamz - Hot n***a (Skeamz Mix) lyrics

No playin bout to catch a body n***a And I don't gotta use a shotty n***a I got these Nikes you get kicked just like karate n***a Trail of blood from the roof down to lobby Track drop n***a, get props n***a You's not n***a, you flop n***a Spit rocks n***a, tongue hot n***a You chalked n***a, hopscotch n***a My block n***a, mad cops n***a Best watch n***a, we plot n***a Gimmie me what you got n***a That top is my spot n***a Do it look like I'm playing, no delay I'm aiming We ain't built the same man, you Bane I'm Bruce Wayning Get wet like it's raining, I crept when I came in Your t-shirt I'm staining, then dash call me Damon The stickiest dro, thinking of flipping my flow, bet you ain't getting it though Like my pick of the hoes, see me ripping they clothes, get wet they drip on they toes Sick and I know, this you can't get from the store, for me the sh** for the low If you ain't my bros, the price is finna to grow, so gimmie all of ya dough Like who the f** you, what you finna do? Assemble your crew, and bring em all through I'll murder dem too, light an L when you lose And selling ya shoes, a felon with dues I'm tellin you dudes, you swelling and bruised If you welling and choose, to make sudden moves I detonate, evacuate If you late get baked, evaporate The earth break if aggravated You push me b**h get levitated Cool hate and unrating I don't do great admiration Go f** yourself like masterbation Hop off my dick this is your station Race the track you n***as braking Play it backwards hearing Satan You faking good luck style taking So hot dog call me Nathan Subwoofer way her a** is shaking Pop hot like twats or cookin bacon Go out shooting nina dating Sleep on me the beast awakens And come straight from VA But all my Shmurdas stay BK No leeway for a snitch anywhere you go Oh that's your hoe got the a** bout a week ago I n***a need to breathe so I'm speaking slow Need some molly and some weed call me CEO Finago on some sh** you ain't seen before If you ain't bout that life you 6 feet below Lunatic wilder than your clique don't you forgot Improving sh** I ripped up the script I'm to legit We mobbing b**h no mall you gon strip hand me your fit Have your family dressed in something gothic I'm Hot Topic Chop up your mid section now your spleen failing Flow in your direction leave you cremated Shawty be so wet I think that we sailing When you gonna get to say that we made it Blood money share it with who's related Leader of the game ain't no debating Acid wash the blunt so that we faded Cancel your plans, deactivated