JG Trigga - HOT 16 lyrics

[Verse 1] Look, my dolla flow going hot Going home, you got the lock And my money so full, wallet popped Soon be making 50k a verse I got Spit your way out, you really can't do this When ya tryna hard to die to do this I mean just listen, you're just clueless Your brain is spinning and drilling, move it Changed, you gone, you outta yo mind You had time, now it's outta my line Draggin' jeans, oh something's mine And you're out, not even a bye People twisted bout my name I ain't Trey Songz, you, Mary Jane Sounds the same but ain't the same Look up the real name and see the sayin' You think you're cool? Man you're crap Faker than a 3 dollar bill with stacks Think you're dope? Dude just stop Low rider with the wheelie popped [Bridge 2x] Compete with me, running this game Believe me, I'm owning this chain Vroom, vroom, vroom, gasoline End up on a magazine [Hook 2x] Hot 16 I work on mine Right, I spit ‘em all my rhymes Thinking, walking up a mile Then record ‘em what's on my mind Go out, own it on the stage Work, pic, flick, paid What you really have to say Nothing cause I just slayed [Verse 2] Okay I Rambo, I take shots, lost ammos, it ain't hot Fresh camos flash in hot, by me yeah ya sh** rots Drink up, all Ciroc Be yourself, not be your not Straight jackin' my style, ya fake a**, I started lot What ‘chu know bout me You dunno bout him I ain't worried bout nuthin' I just gotta be dim Bustin' through the towns, one time or another New Jersey, New York, Connecticut, and others There's a whole lot of thirsty a** tryna hard to smother Ya too cold, ya too weird, my body just went stutter All of the bad b**hes couldn't even be calm They basically just skippin' like they ain't gonna be done, like [Bridge 2x] [Hook 2x]