On Hots lyrics

[Verse: Sugarhill Keem]
Look, don't trip, If we don't got the gun, I bet he get beat out his kicks (Okay)
Real sh*t, and I just started rappin', now a n*gga gettin' lit (glah)
Don't slip, If I call up Quan, I bet he gon' flock at the whip (Ayo, flock at that sh*t)
Don't trip, If I can't bring move, then I ain't comin' in
Don't slip, If I catch Dougie B, I better hit him in his sh*t (Grrah)
Can't switch, I ain't cuffin' no treesh, yeah, I'm just beatin' her sh*t
Oh sh*t, and free PJ, he always hoppin' out the whip (Ayo, hop out that sh*t)
Grrah, don't trip, and I'm droppin' the 5s, and we smokin' on Nick (glah)
And TMac, you broke, I bet you can't show me a band
And y'all fans, and y'all n*ggas be cappin'
Like, go get back for your mans

[Verse 2: OY Quan]
Oh sh*t, oh sh*t
That's me, put the beam on a b*tch
Don't run, don't die like Nick
Yus Gz, you a b*tch
African boy tryna dance in this sh*t
Like nah, I'm back
I call up Move if he movin' too tact
Like what? Shoot back

[Verse 3: Sugarhill Keem]
Benzo died, gеt back
Her ass fat, I hit from the back (Grrah)
No cap, like n*gga stop cappin'
n*gga, I had you runnin' laps (Grrah)
[Verse 4: OY Quan]
Yo Bеnzo got shot by the strip
Don't run, don't trip
I call up Telly, we smokin' on Benz
Opp thot, kick her out the crib