Hot sh*t lyrics
by Megan Thee Stallion
[Intro]
Yeah (Hmm)
I know these b*tches want the recipe for this hot sh*t
I told them b*tches I ain't gon' let one hater stop sh*t
(I ain't gon' let no hater stop sh*t)
Gucci down, these n*ggas love the way I rock sh*t
I'm a real rap b*tch, this ain't no pop sh*t
[Verse 1]
Ay, say, n*gga, I don't wanna talk
Meet me at the bank, show me what you really 'bout
n*ggas ain't real when the sh*t really count
That's why I keep my lil' cat in they mouth
Say, b*tch, I don't gotta cap
Everything I talk, yeah, I really did that
If you want beef, then my b*tch gon' scratch
I'ma get the money, so I let her handle that (Woo)
Free JT (Ayy)
Real b*tches f*ck wit' me (Ayy)
I don't do sh*t for the free, man
Y'all n*ggas gotta pay mе (Ayy)
Put some respect on my tеam (Huh)
I'm the 1501 queen (Ayy)
b*tch, you better learn who run it
'Cause all this money gotta come through me (Ayy)
[Chrous]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
These hoes know who to play with
On the internet, all with the gang sh*t (Ayy)
They love to talk hot sh*t with a lame b*tch
But when they come around me they don't say sh*t (Okay)
Ayy, yo' sh*t ain't pop 'cause it ain't hot
Keep talkin' trash, I'ma come take you out
Straight to the top, you cannot reach me
Ain't f*ckin' these n*ggas, I'm makin' 'em eat me
[Verse 2]
Ay (ah), ay ay
Don't ask questions if we just sexing (hey)
I got situations no conformations (mwah)
Everybody wanna to know who Megan dating (huh?)
Well that depends on whatever the day is (huh, huh, whoa)
I got me a European papi out in Italy (okay)
And he like to model
But he always love to picture me
Flying overseas and it's just that B (hey)
Send a pic from the back just to give him a tease (hey, hey, ah)
I keep a man in Texas, that where the best is
Down south daddy and he's cool never stress me (yeah)
West coast thang, I'm in love with his slang (oho)
Ooh I love a thug, keep it hood when we bang (ooh)
[Chrous]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
These hoes know who to play with
On the internet, all with the gang sh*t (Ayy)
They love to talk hot sh*t with a lame b*tch
But when they come around me they don't say sh*t (Okay)
Ayy, yo' sh*t ain't pop 'cause it ain't hot
Keep talkin' trash, I'ma come take you out
Straight to the top, you cannot reach me
Ain't f*ckin' these n*ggas, I'm makin' 'em eat me (x2)