Hot sh*t lyrics

[Hook]
n*gga pop out with them sticks and it go down
Hot sh*t, spit a whole hunnid rounds
He ain't no gangster, I know that that n*gga a clown
And that Glock got his di*k up like he aroused
And we don't do Internet games, n*gga I pull up and shoot up yo' mama house
n*gga be claimin' he gang, but these n*ggas in real life be Mickey Mouse

[Only verse]
And my chopper got the kick, ooh, I name that b*tch [?]
These li'l n*ggas be losers, pull up on him, I won't
These li'l n*ggas lame, b*tch I'm havin' to stain
Pull up on you, n*gga perfect aim
That stick is white, ain't a color stick gang
Pull up on 'em with that sh*t, itta knock 'em down
Everybody know around, Legend got them pounds
AR-15 and I'm out, they are sittin' down
These li'l n*ggas talk that b*tch sh*t, but you [?], n*gga
I got .40 clips, they be ready to come and touch a n*gga
I'm on that boosted sh*t, n*gga, they gon' have to [?]
Yung YL, I got big weight, lil n*gga
I got big cake, li'l n*gga, put it in your face, my n*gga, ay
All my n*ggas goin' batsh*t crazy
Got a bad b*tch, think her name's Stacey
f*ck that li'l b*tch for a half a hour
n*gga know, I'm in the trap, no showers
n*gga, I shoot up your baby shower
n*gga know, you gon' die in an hour
n*gga know, I'm that real demon sh*t
Pull up, get to sprayin', get to spittin', b*tch
Make good cheese, it a hit too
On your knees, when I stripped you
Gimme all that sh*t, take you out your shoes
Got li'l n*gga b*tches, y'all gotta pay y'all dues
I don't get sh*t on the downface
I pull up with them racks, it's a good day
[Hook]
n*gga pop out with them sticks and it go down
Hot sh*t, spit a whole hunnid rounds
He ain't no gangster, I know that that n*gga a clown
And that Glock got his di*k up like he aroused
And we don't do Internet games, n*gga I pull up and shoot up yo' mama house
n*gga be claimin' he gang, but these n*ggas in real life be Mickey Mouse
n*gga pop out with them sticks and it go down
Hot sh*t, spit a whole hunnid rounds
He ain't no gangster, I know that that n*gga a clown
And that Glock got his di*k up like he aroused
And we don't do Internet games, n*gga I pull up and shoot up yo' mama house
n*gga be claimin' he gang, but these n*ggas in real life be Mickey Mouse