Dp Beats - Hot sh** lyrics

[Hook: Chief Keef] Mic check let a n***a flex He get wet, he get that hot sh** I got my Bernie Mac, n***a who you with I'm coolin' with the gang, and n***a we on that hot sh** I know I'm rich I still be doin' 6, everywhere, anywhere You know I'ma rep my sh** Bandana on the choppa I Juelz my sh** I can cut my dreads off and I can sell my sh** [Verse 1: Chief Keef] Smokin on this loud, you can smell my sh** Hop out the car, you can smell my whip I don't f** with coochie if you can smell that sh** I don't want the coochie if she sell that sh** She said she ain't a thot, she tellin fairy tells and sh** I pull up on ya block and I hear yells and sh** See I got verses but b**h, I don't got em for the low She said that she love me but baby I ain't retarded doe I just hit the earth, drop in my veins to let you know I just rolled three grams in that thang from Texaco When I pull up you know I be TNT (Too Turnt) Hop out and I be Chiefin' Keef [Hook] [Verse 2: Andy Milonakis] No more loco, Sachi solo 9 to 5 no, no, we T'd and we slow-mo Actavis, I'm in love with 4 o-z Leaned out is how I be God damn it's hard to stand, and no I can not see I'm about to hit a lick at Paradime Trade in the script for a pair of dimes I'm a star so you know I'm sonnin' b**hes They just mad that I'm having fun with this sh** They just mad that I'm buying lunches with it Pa**port with 300 tickets Bang Bang, 300 and sh** [Hook]