aghuuda - Hothead Lyrics

They been tryna gas me up for a long time
Mm, mm, mm
I know things you can't know
I got a stack, move it on the low
I got a bag and pass it to my bro
And what did he do? He ran with it
Now you up in the booth, you get slammed in it
Not your pot, you keep puttin' your hands in it,
Huh?
You must think I'm stupid, Won't see your mistake
But I ain't the one to be played with, uh-huh
I just drop that top, I'm roofless on the interstate
And my brother like to shoot shit
He in love with his K
They keep passin' him up
He a hothead, gassin' him up
That shit don't got no stock, he still stackin' them up
When I get my package, you know that it's up
They keep passin' him up
He a hothead, gassin' him up
That shit don't got no stock, he still stackin' them up
And the way that we move, we can't give any f*cks
And we ain't just doin' this shit for the fun
We doin' this shit cause we do what we want
And this shit is skill, nah, it ain't luck
Cause we do it for real, this shit ain't a front
But you finna stunt, and say you the man
You did what you can, you bitch
But your bitch is a fan, she tryna get in
She know I'm a ten and rich
Slam some or shut the f*ck up
When you in the lamb truck, you gotta rush up
You gettin' them bands, make sure you come up
Cause your man's tryna get the one up
If it's all about the premise, what was your intention
You been causin' tension, it's gettin' expensive
I just want my mansion, you just want attention
You sat in the front, I was in detention
I've been this way for a long time, you can't change me
And I've seen with my own eyes that you started gettin' lazy
They keep passin' him upHe a hothead, gassin' him up
That shit don't got no stock, he still stackin' them up
When I get my package, you know that it's up
They keep passin' him up
He a hothead, gassin' him up
That shit don't got no stock, he still stackin' them up
In the way that we move, he can't give any falls
They keep passin' him up
He a hothead, gassin' him up
That shit don't got no stock, he still stackin' them up
When I get my package, you know that it's up
They keep passin' him up
He a hothead, gassin' him up
That shit don't got no stock, he still stackin' them up
In the way that we move, he can't give any falls
You must think I'm stupid
I seen all them ways that you was movin
I seen that you really do not like to do shit
And every day I wake up, I'm improving
I ain't even gotta do no proving
And you can wear it if the shoe fit
But you look so tired of losing
And it don't matter how much that you win
That don't mean that I'm gonna approve it
And I ain't really with the pick and choosin
I'ma hop in my spaceship, we zoomin
Where we goin'?
You don't know
How the f*ck you don't know?
I guess some people just adjust different
That don't mean that I gotta really f*ck with it
Rack on me, treat the scissor like some cutlery
I cut everyone off
They can never really f*ck with me, they under me
Lookin' round everyone's soft
Lookin' up everyone's soul
I send back those-
Evil thoughts from my mind,
I send them back to hell
I'ma live a good life