Who Really Hot lyrics

[Intro: Young Bull]
(LegendMadeAnotherOne)
Know what they talkin' 'bout, n*gga

[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
Foreign whip crashin' 'til I get the Lamborghini chop
I be with the thugs, you be workin' with the city cops
I don't want no hug, I'm tryna hit you with the Millie Rock
You got the torch? Let it burn, let's see who really hot

[Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug]
n*gga flexin' a hundred, I'm tryna get a hundred million dollars
b*tch in school with flu flammers, I was in the field with scholars
Your role model's a bum with a couple followers
b*tch, you and your friend's an eater, a bunch of gobblers
All you got to your name is a moniker
Rappers can't even go around parks, they got a monitor
How you gon' swim with the sharks when you down to Earth?
Ain't nobody gon' remember your name when you down in the dirt
Wavy as hell on the beat, it sound like I'm surfin'
The pen dropped, now it's hip-hop, you thought he was j*rkin'
I don't beef with boosters that be stealin' detergent
They be demons on they songs, but be nice in person
You don't want them n*ggas comin' for your life in turbans
Got dreams of big mansions that's nice and furnished
Just rest in peace the beat, it's 'bout time I turned it in
Until next time for the pastor servin' again, the Plug
[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
Foreign whip crashin' 'til I get the Lamborghini chop
I be with the thugs, you be workin' with the city cops
I don't want no hug, I'm tryna hit you with the Millie Rock
You got the torch? Let it burn, let's see who really hot
Foreign whip crashin' 'til I get the Lamborghini chop
I be with the thugs, you be workin' with the city cops
I don't want no hug, I'm tryna hit you with the Millie Rock
You got the torch? Let it burn, let's see who really hot

[Verse 2: Young Bull]
It's the Stinc Team, we don't f*ck with crime stoppers
The way I pull these bands out a joint, this sh*t was mind bogglin'
New foreign off the lot, you know it's push-to-start
Young Bull, Hood Trophy, beatin' up the boulevard
We puttin' belt to ass, lil' n*gga, who want smoke?
Another fifty piece, I'm showboatin' on a top rope
Pops on my knots, snitch n*ggas, we don't do those
The b*tch came empty handed, I told the b*tch kudos
Wrist breaker, think it's time to flood my wrist
Shedeur Sanders how I'm shinin' on a b*tch
n*gga couldn't make the cut 'cause he ain't built like this
n*ggas rappin' all this gangster sh*t, but really, that's a myth
F&N get you flipped, got a Glock with a switch
I'm pourin' muddy in the coupe, burnin' rubber behind tint
Foreign whip crashers, we the trendsetters of this sh*t
Threw some Forgis on the whip, don't know what that other sh*t is
[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
Foreign whip crashin' 'til I get the Lamborghini chop
I be with the thugs, you be workin' with the city cops
I don't want no hug, I'm tryna hit you with the Millie Rock
You got the torch? Let it burn, let's see who really hot
Foreign whip crashin' 'til I get the Lamborghini chop
I be with the thugs, you be workin' with the city cops
I don't want no hug, I'm tryna hit you with the Millie Rock
You got the torch? Let it burn, let's see who really hot