Hot In Here lyrics

[Intro]
(What you think, B?)
(Want a little bit of ah-ah and a little bit of ah-ah)
(Mir made the beat)

[Chorus]
Finna slide through and transform, feel like Mani Gorman
I just bought a four of purple juice and I ain't even pour it
My old b*tch sell kitty kat, shoutout lil Dolores
I might have to pull the move, b*tch, I'm finna score
Aye, n*gga, it's getting hot in here
Make this b*tch give it up, she selling twat in here
Free the Hundun, baby, shoutout lil Mir
What the f*ck that b*tch say? I ain't even hear

[Verse 1]
Like what the f*ck that b*tch say? Baby, come again
She suck my di*k with two hands, I'm finna c*m again
I left earlier, came back, I'm finna cut again
She was a whole lashеr, she selling butt again
b*tch, I feel like Santan, shoutout Joе Kay
I might beat this b*tch up, I had a long day
It's getting hot in here, told this b*tch go the wrong way
She selling twat in here out the way, shoutout [?]
b*tch, I feel like [?], shoutout [?]
[?], that's my only job
Have my lil brother pull the move, I don't need to rob
Couple n*ggas from the Westside, they used to bang the Mob
But I ain't gon' speak about it
I just lost my dead pack, I'm finna tweak about it
How you lose 30 something K and never speak about it?
That n*gga said he on my head, n*gga, see about it
[Chorus]
Finna slide through and transform, feel like Mani Gorman
I just bought a four of purple juice and I ain't even pour it
My old b*tch sell kitty kat, shoutout lil Dolores
I might have to pull the move, b*tch, I'm finna score
Aye, n*gga, it's getting hot in here
Make this b*tch give it up, she selling twat in here
Free the Hundun, baby, shoutout lil Mir
What the f*ck that b*tch say? I ain't even hear

[Verse 2]
What the f*ck that b*tch say? I don't even know
Southeast, Nightinghanistan, 21-Double-0
On a murder mission, skeezy on, 'bout to pop the door
Aye, double back, I just seen that n*gga at the store
Lil bro, bang a left, I seen him walking out
If you tryna tax me for the bowls I'ma talk him down
If I can't talk him down I'ma rob him for like every pound
I feel the murder in the air, n*gga, lay down
Tag something, lash something, you ain't lash sh*t
That n*gga think he really getting on with ProMag sticks
I was on the road on I-5 with four fat b*tches
I'ma get rich or die trying 'cause it's that serious
They ain't got no more Zemis, I don't even know
Bruh said something in his language, I shot up the store
I'm in here punching in, I ain't even wrote
b*tch, it's like my fifth album, I feel like the GOAT
[Chorus]
Finna slide through and transform, feel like Mani Gorman
I just bought a four of purple juice and I ain't even pour it
My old b*tch sell kitty kat, shoutout lil Dolores
I might have to pull the move, b*tch, I'm finna score
Aye, n*gga, it's getting hot in here
Make this b*tch give it up, she selling twat in here
Free the Hundun, baby, shoutout lil Mir
What the f*ck that b*tch say? I ain't even hear

[Outro]
I don't even know
Bang a left, I seen that n*gga walking out the store
I'm Nightinghanistan, Southeast, 21-Double-0
I feel the murder in the air, n*gga, get low
I feel the murder in the air, n*gga, come again
b*tch suck my di*k with two hands, I'm finna c*m again
I'm finna c*m again
I'm finna—I'm out