Hothead Cali - Like This (feat. Rxccstar Kota) Lyrics

Out by Redan road where they really known for taking shit
Really tote them drakes and shit
Posted up with apes and shit
You ain't on that hot head shit
You mad bout a thot lil bitch
You mad shoulda caught the bitch
She mad I got a boss lil bitch
You mad I got a boss lil bitch
She love how I pop my shit
I'm gonna talk my shit
Racks in my pants why I walk like this
Racks in my pants why I walk like this
Racks in my pants why I walk like this

I don't know why why these niggas tryna die
They know I got a temper and they know I'm quick to fire
Run up on me you bound to get shot
Go ask them little niggas we walking the block
Ain't tryna be funny I'm punching his clock
You f*cking with Julie you really a opp
He speaking on Neto I told him to stop
Neighborhood hero but shooting at cops
Said she miss me I told her get lost
Yo nigga a lame his music flop
Rollie don't shine it only tick toc
Kota on go u know how we rock
I got a little Wesson he got him a glock
Only green lights don't know how to stop
Ask any nigga I'm ready to die
Ain't tryna be stressed I give it to God
That nigga he stretched I send him up high
Please forgive me I keep me a rod
Telling my son I'm sorry I lied
I gotta get rich yo life on the line
Still loving yo momma she one of a kind
Still f*cking these hoes I'm living my life
Out by Redan road where they really can't go
Where they trapping in the snow so you gotta keep a pole
Got extensions to the north and them killers to the East
So we really don't do beef
You get rolled up in a leaf

Out by Redan road where they really known for taking shit
Really tote them drakes and shit
Posted up with apes and shit
You ain't on that hot head shit
You mad bout a thot lil bitch
You mad shoulda caught the bitch
She mad I got a boss lil bitch
You mad I got a boss lil bitch
She love how I pop my shit
I'm gonna talk my shit
Racks in my pants why I walk like this
Racks in my pants why I walk like this
Racks in my pants why I walk like this

She love how I pop my shit
And it's f*ck all the opps cuz I'm rich
When I up on that glock I don't miss
I ain't worried bout a thot or a bitch
Play bout that bread ima crash out
Redan road hunnid deep in the trap house
When I pull up hop out that's a man down
We ain't ducking from smoke we ain't taking no stand downs
We ain't taking no hand outs
Cuz I'm getting these bands now
I show up and I stand out
I'm on the road to richez
She send me loads of pictures
Gots loads of bitches
Ima expose the bitches
We do em dirty like this
These niggas mad cuz they know that we winning
Pull up with extensions we finna buss at his fitted
Talking that shit it get wicked
You know we get busy
I keep me a 50
I'm upping the bliccy

Out by Redan road where they really known for taking shit
Really tote them drakes and shit
Posted up with apes and shit
You ain't on that hot head shit
You mad bout a thot lil bitch
You mad shoulda caught the bitch
She mad I got a boss lil bitch
You mad I got a boss lil bitch
She love how I pop my shit
I'm gonna talk my shit
Racks in my pants why I walk like this
Racks in my pants why I walk like this
Racks in my pants why I walk like this