Gudda Mane Streetz - Hot Lyrics

Is he my homie, or maybe he not
I still keep it on me, don't think that I'm slippin, my nigga I'm not
He walkin around wit a S on his Chest, well I got a DOT
He walkin around n he wifing the bitch, but that bitch a THOT
Came rite out the cell and went back to the hood, rite back to the block
I kept it 100 I kept it official, but these niggas not
Im not a the bar, I'm skipping the club, I'm rite at the spot
I'm running it up and I'm doin my dance, cause I got them knots
My nigga I'm Hot my nigga hot
I got a sixth sense
It tell me Gudda f*ck friends
And you shouldn't hesitate
You gotta demonstrate
Trust your gut go with instincts these niggas featherweights
And boy you a heavyweight,
They plottin on you like a dinner plate
Make sure one in the head for the first one you gotta penetrate
And all of these woman they tryna use you tryna manipulate
And most of the people don't want you win, they hope you disintegrate
I just stay myself
Cause when I die, die by myself
I lost my dad and I lost half of myself
All I got is my mother, need nobody else
I got these trust issues,ok
It's kinda hard for me to f*ck wit you
What are your motives, at first you won't notice, at first you won't see it, what is your reason, people be scheming
This shit is a cold world
And the US lookin 3rd world
Can't even describe it, be killed or be violent,
They taking advantage of people who silent
I don't just rap hard
Shots fired and they backed off
Had em running like a track star
Broad daylight wit the mask off

I'm talking hot
I'm talking hot
I'm talking facts I'm talking hot