Flamin’ Hot lyrics

[Intro: Young Slo-Be]
(Ayy, Ecko, turn it up)
Ha, ha (It's the gang)

[Chorus: Young Slo-Be]
I got a flame (Ah), it's comin' from the pole
n*ggas always talkin' cash sh*t when they really poor (n*ggas broke)
You drove two hours for nothin', tryna see the ho
Look, n*gga, put her on a razor when her meat roll
Ha, ha, could be a lot of racks
Look, Cudi, you ain't ah-ah-ah, why you got the strap?
Look, b*tch, you ain't handin' nothin', why you call back?
Ooh-wee, she tryna f*ck, f*ck

[Verse 1: Young Slo-Be]
I ain't goofy, b*tch, do I look like a duck-duck?
No bap, I see a sucker, I just up-up
All my n*ggas' cases hot, free the thugs, thugs
Psh, they some real spitters (One, n*gga)

[Chorus: Young Slo-Be]
I got a flame, it's comin' from the pole (I got one)
n*ggas always talkin' cash sh*t when they really poor (Broke n*gga)
You drove two hours for nothin', tryna see the ho
Look, n*gga, put her on a razor when her meat roll (Dance)
Ha, ha, could be a lot of racks
Look, Cudi, you ain't ah-ah-ah, why you got thе strap? (At all, n*gga)
Look, b*tch, you ain't handin' nothin', why you call back? (My number, b*tch)
Psh, ooh-wee, she tryna f*ck, f*ck
[Verse 2: DaBoii]
Yeah, and you bеtter put your b*tch up on a leash, she tryna f*ck, f*ck
Bad-ass b*tch at the crib, I don't f*ck sl*ts
b*tch, leave that nabby sh*t here, yeah, touch it
Yeah, b*tch, if I let you in the crib, but not touch nothin'
Yeah, I'll quarterback the whole place, n*gga, hut-hut
Yeah, grip potato on the barrel, b*tch go putt-putt
Yeah, tired of all these rap n*ggas, they my sons-sons
b*tch ask me if I really love her, I'm like, "Nuh-uh"
Yeah, you got the lil' chain took, that must suck, thug
Big Glock hangin' out the, uh, these ain't nunchucks
Skinny-ass b*tch, talkin' 'bout she want her butt done
Yeah, I just whip it out, she just get to suckin', I don't butt rub
So many straps in the crib, don't know what's what
b*tch keep callin', talk crazy, shut the f*ck up
Me put some trust in a b*tch? I ain't no dumb-dumb
Yeah, and when we slide with them, you better run, punk (Gang)

[Chorus: Young Slo-Be]
I got a flame (Ah), it's comin' from the pole (I got one)
n*ggas always talkin' cash sh*t when they really poor (Broke n*gga)
You drove two hours for nothin', tryna see the ho
Look, n*gga, put her on a razor when her meat roll (Dance)
Ha, ha, could be a lot of racks
Look, Cudi, you ain't ah-ah-ah, why you got the strap? (At all, n*gga)
Look, b*tch, you ain't handin' nothin', why you call back? (My number, b*tch)
Psh, ooh-wee, she tryna f*ck, f*ck