Cupcakke - Hot n***a (Freestyle) lyrics

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Cupcakke - Hot n***a (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1] Hot n***a, hot n***a them bullets gone be hot n***a Get in my way I'm a clap any b**h that I see and then bodies gone drop n***a f** with my bread I'm slicing yo head All of my money it don't come legit Cause I'm slaying these n***as that think they hot n***as And dress him up into a f**ing hot b**h 5-4-3-2-1 n***a you bout to see this gun Blast at yo mouth make yo a** shout You up in the house? Then that's my new route Pumpkin face b**hes its not Halloween But I beat that a** then drag you out I knock on the door with a rifle No cookies fooling you like a Girl Scout It feel like it's the last day if I'm talking then it's about pay I got n***as who thirsty to k** any n***a and won't give a f** what you say Call up yo mama and daddy let em know that I'm real petty I got a shovel with me I ain't talking snow I'm finna bury something real heavy Might Ike a b**h like I'm Turner Now that's a real f**ing turn up If you see a b**h with some pale skin You better notice me I just burnt her (I did) Free feature , no boy if I'm yo track it's destroyed Cause my metaphors make em spin me more I'm finna f** em up like a f**ing who*e Let's get it (I got one mo f**ing verse and I'm just finna go crazy) [Verse 2] Yo , bandanna on with the bulletproof vest Jump out your body its a rifle to your chest Moneygram me with my f**ing check Call 911 b**h I'm finna be a threat Purse and a wallet b**h I got my salad One man army when you see me it's demolished Known to throw hands so I'm f**ing up my polish Don't f** with me is the motherf**ing topic Extendos no rentals I'm in it for cents so my n***as we mental we crazy We heavy, we deep, we stay up in the streets got yo hands up to your chest like you shaving Need the mula till July you n***as ain't shootas so hand that up boy we gone take it Alter ego got aim meaning I'm just so angry When that chopper go off I replace it Make a young n***a nervous Can't call me out like no service Give you grittin on purpose I'm so so determined that b**h should not be f**ing with me Take yo head off with a butcher knife And then show these b**hes they not f**ing with me Chop his dick off put in a pot Cook it hot so now that n***a can't f** on me