[Intro: Emjay & (Kevin Perez)]
XO Cash Productions
(Yeah, TGF)
[Verse 1: Kevin Perez]
We the hottest, we the hottest
Loud in my pocket
I tell the future like a prophet
Cooking n***as like an omelet
f** with me, get uppercutted like Muhammad
And like a game of chess, you'll get outsmarted
Boul, you're retarded
And if you f** with the crew, you'll get discarded
Whenever I'm running through this
I pull out 22 clips
And watch bummy dudes dip
Cause that's how I move sh**
And who knew it? imma never lose it
Nike "Just Do It", yeah
You be on the waiting list
n***a don't be hating b**h
I ain't with complaining sh**, yeah
And this is my town
If you gon' find me around
You'll get caught with a couple rounds
I don't f** around
Hit you with the 2, and your whole crew gonna lose
Your keeping L's, I'm taking hits
I can hear the bells, you might get dropped falling off the rail
I might shoot n***as stiff, imma leave them stale
I'll be posted on the block like f**ing mail
I'm a rapper that keeps it real even without a deal
And I'm saving your girl, like the man of steel
I never fail because I eat rappers for my next meal
(And we're ballin on the court, the jury won't appeal)
And the cases all close, they ain't trying to reveal
(And theres fear in your eyes, and you're standing still)
[Verse 2: Emjay]
Now your girl is trying to feel
She thinks this game is easy
I told her no on repeat
I had to skype on pc
But that's how I see things
You can not teach me
I'll be the king with 3 keys
For my crown, man, I dream big
We're out here to eat, but we're not bulimic
I might cleat it, on the field with that neat sh**
Boy, I'm bloody, don't expect me to clean it
[Hook: Kevin Perez]
We the hottest, we the hottest
You can't stop us man I promise
All this good kush, we gon' cop it
We're not mad, we're just modest
[Verse 3: Emjay]
I'm f**ing with your main
I'm f**in with your girl, f**ing up the world
f**ing up the game
That's my two cents and its f**ing lame
You know you don't slang
But you still know the name
It brings fucing pain, and it feels like a f**ing game
Boy he asked me if he should man
I said "Boy, you've got to"
We dippin cla** late and she said that she dropped too
Life is a bit more than b**hes and money
But talkin 'bout millions, I tell them I've got 2
Yeah, we hoppin on this beat, f**ing straight
Yeah, we're botta take it to the f**in bank
Yeah, we're pushin on this sh**, no brakes
How much more money can we f**ing make?
Ah, you got a beat? I'll f**ing murder that
They be turnin up, like I cured it back
People always say they never even heard the track
How'd you be dissin when we play this sh** back to back?
Yo, I'm not trying to takes sides though
On the sideline, your b**h on my side ho
We just dropped this sh**, no typos
See hem new nikes i'd be about, boy, I hav 5 of those
Fifteen, I'm still droppin f**ing bars
Fu-f**ing bombs, going f**ing hard
Slay the f**ing beat, my brothers rapping tar
We're so hot on this sh**, we're going f**ing far
We're better poppin off, smoking A-1 sh**
Yo that's my new sh**; roll it up and take a hit
Imma give you a motherf**ing news clip
For a news flash, b**h
I'm the sh**