Hottest Winter Ever lyrics

by

Fivio Foreign


[Intro: Gino Mondana & Fivio Foreign]
Uh
Grrrrr (Pow)
Grrt (Pow)
Ay I'm in this b*tch fly as sh*t
Lets get it
Ayo yall n*ggas mentioning the wrong name, yall n*ggas buggin the f*ck out you heard [Bugging the f*ck out]
Grrrrr (Pow)
You know how we rock already n*gga, when the squad pull up
Gurr
(how they gon' dodge that sh*t?)
Turn that sh*t all the way up

[Hook: Fivio Foreign]
n*gga too many bullets not enough opps, how they gon' dodge that sh*t
n*gga said too much, n*ggas did too much, n*gga how we gon squash that sh*t
It's only the guys, all in my eyes, we do it for the squad, that's it
Too much bullets, not enough opps, how they gon' dodge that sh*t
n*gga said too much, n*ggas did too much, n*gga how we gon squash that sh*t
It's only the guys, all in my eyes, we do it for the squad, that's it
It's only the guys, all in my eyes, we do it for the squad, that's it

[Verse 1: Fivio Foreign]
I got the gat c*cked, I'm moving mad hot
Shot out the back blocks, you and your [?] (ayo cig!)
I got the crack rock, I'm in the trap spot
Fivio Foreign that's a mad flock, boy I'm litter than a matchbox
What the f*ck is a Blixky when I keep a glizzy with me
I'm spinnin' yo block with a glizzy, I tell my n*ggas come and spin it with me
You know I'm from the nine, so its still f*ck with 50z
If n*ggas want me dead, tell them n*ggas come and get me (Baow, Baow, Baow, Baow, Baow)
If Fivio Foreign and nine ain't dead, they'll run up on me cuz' the gun is on me, that's too many shots to his head
That boy see you cryin', and his whole family fed
Why them n*ggas acting cuz, watching the whole show red
Hol' on, Hol' on
I told crippy to get shiggy n*gga
Hol' on, Hol' on
You too Dizzy they get busy wit' us
Hol' on, Hol' on
The b*tches know that I'm a litty n*gga
n*gga you is just a glizzy n*gga, I can shoot a n*gga [?] n*gga
You been talkin' a lot, is you gon' link me or not
Just think of the spot, tell me, I'm bringing my Glock (Tell me, I'm bringing my Glock)
When my stimulus flock, I keep wanna thinking about opps (I keep wanna thinking about opps)
I keep the toast when it cold, and I keep the heat when it's hot, I'm gonna bop
[?], n*gga you front of your flock (You know how I rock)
Don't come to my block, too many shots to his top
If I'm not there (If I'm not there n*gga, Baow, Baow)
Beat a n*gga ass, then call in [?]
Spin a block, n*ggas stop lyin'
Which one n*gga? Not mine
And you know I'm from the hot nine, dead end by the stop sign
You don't wanna see a Glock shine, n*ggas know I'm a top nine
I took a loss, now back up, so it's a prime time (prime time) bow
[Interlude: Fivio Foreign]
Grrrrrrrrr, baow
Bow, Bow, Bow, Bow, Bow, Bow
Grrrrrrrrr, bow
Bow, Bow, Bow

[Verse 2: Gino Mondana]
Friends they wanna be opps, opps they wanna be friends (opps they wanna be friends)
If he say he spin through the nine, then that boy he lying to his fans (he ain't lyin' again)
Free Rowdy, free [?] tho, free the get straights out of the can (ayo cig!)
I lost my crodie my friend, no backyard parties again (Gang, gang)
Lose one kill two, never rest until we do
The whole nine living proof, when you see me better shoot (baow)
You see what happened to that BrookZilla n*gga (baow, baow)
You better be glad that we really ain't kill a n*gga
I'm trained to go every time, ground shake when I arrive
It's water park after dark, we catch em' slippin' when we slide (Skrrt Skrrt Skrrt)
We catch em' slippin' when we slide
It's water park after dark, we catch em' slippin' when we slide
Runnin' up the block, when it up the Glock, wit it boy I'm not missing
You talking hot, whether you get shot with it, twirl and drop with it
n*ggas got me my bully yo, no A Boogie in this hoodie tho
New opps ain't fully know, all i know is the fully broke
Breezo is a b*tch stop lyin', if yall spinnin' why nobody dyin'?
You don' got eight shots in the nine, y'all see us out here y'all ain't blind
You n*ggas be chattin' but don't put in work
We came down we was sliding down on em' first, miss shots then we put it in reverse
But this .22 I got is really for Nas
Better hold your Blixky by your side, that smoke BrookZilla almost died
That smoke BrookZilla almost died (almost died, almost died)
[Verse 3: Drizzy Juliano]
Uh
Catch em' in traffic, we let em' have it n*gga, now they in a basket
n*ggas is actors they really clappin', n*gga we shooting sh*t for practice
n*ggas be addicts, pop em' an addy, then they start acting all erratic
n*ggas ain't really with the static, before 21 I've been a savage
I'm on that gang sh*t, everybody around me they all on the same sh*t
You better watch what you're saying my n*ggas is brainless, and they all ready to bang sh*t
Don't let me diss Coka, cuz honestly I'm getting tired of these folks
You smokin' on Shyste until n*ggas catch you and stuff the whole blunt in your throat
I just came home from the coke-a, smokin' on you n*ggas like row-a
You from the nine we say poled-up, you n*ggas better grow-up
You was gang we the mob, but I'm still posted on Foreign side
Free my n*gga Jay Jay Finesse, he just got locked up for the .45
n*ggas is smoking on Shyste, n*ggas is crossing the borderline
n*ggas is smoking on Shyste', n*ggas is crossing the borderline
Catch a n*gga at AM, we deal with him at the morning time
Gang Gang

[Outro: Gino Mondana]
f*ck these n*ggas talking about? Y'all n*ggas done said the wrong name n*gga
Word to my mother, 844 shots in the motherf*cking building
n*ggas [?] no more
Fivio Foreign, word to my mother, y'all n*ggas done played with the wrong name n*gga (bow, bow)
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