On Hots lyrics

[Intro]
(Every opp shot)
(Lucid this beat brazy)
(Bosh)
Free the riskers and the spillers
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Push Keyz, Push Keyz, Push Keyz
Every foe shot, every foe shot, every foe shot

[Chorus]
Put my all in this rap, it's a gamble, I already know what the stakes is
Try to copy the wave, but they know that they can't imitate this
Know I ain't make a pack, but if I see a risk, then you know I'm a take it
Any oppa, I smoke, catch a shot, thirty three at his top, that's a face lift
I'm on hots, got my knocks, f*ck all that hip stuff, I'm tryna shake sh*t
Yeah, I promise you, evil twin, pop out the cut with this heater and bake it
Two bills on the dash, give a f*ck if I crash, all gas, I don't know where the brakes is
Been itching to spill, did two years in them cells, so don't talk about patience
Spot a opp and you know he collapsed
In the V with my blick in the Woods, yeah, you know that I'm smoking on [?]
On bro, know I'm ready to throw at the foes and turn them into gas
If you think it's a game, you gon' see too, wait, just watch him do the dash

[Verse]
I'm a lock off your ends on a walkthrough, G30S what I press when I'm steppin' in
See red on the flock, clutchin' on the G-body full of adrenaline
It's up in [?], cause he dissin' on bro, there's no way this could ever end
Catch a opp, unload the knocks, yeah, we gon' send him to the reverend
So tell that n*gga, keep a blick, tucked, if we catch him, send him to that big f*ck
Hear back, then the whip get swish up
Drop a five every ting get lift up
Pick a side 'cause this bridge don't cross
That's the reason this sh*t popped off
Swear to bro every ting lock off
Try walk through the ends every ting get boshed
Every ting get boshed, every ting get boshed
[Chorus]
Put my all in this rap, it's a gamble, I already know what the stakes is
Try to copy the wave, but they know that they can't imitate this
Know I ain't make a pack, but if I see a risk, then you know I'm a take it
Any oppa, I smoke, catch a shot, thirty three at his top, that's a face lift
I'm on hots, got my knocks, f*ck all that hip stuff, I'm tryna shake sh*t
Yeah, I promise you, evil twin, pop out the cut with this heater and bake it
Two bills on the dash, give a f*ck if I crash, all gas, I don't know where the brakes is
Been itching to spill, did two years in them cells, so don't talk about patience
Spot a opp and you know he collapsed
In the V with my blick in the Woods, yeah, you know that I'm smoking on [?]
On bro, know I'm ready to throw at the foes and turn them into gas
If you think it's a game, you gon' see too, wait, just watch him do the dash