T.R.A.P. Squad - Hot n***a (Remix) lyrics

[Produced By: Jahlil Beats] [Intro: CP Junior] Yeah Young CP Sp@dez L.E.X. the Assa**in It's the mother f**ing T.R.A.P. Squad I'm bout to shmoney dance on this n***a's grave What's up [Verse 1: CP Junior] Young CP is a hot n***a Gavirr bout to get dropped n***a My gun about to co*k n***as I'm coming with the squad n***a Yeah I'm about to f** it up Sipping out the double cup I don't think I've done enough You soft like peanut bu*ter son T.R.A.P. Squad is coming up Bout to k** another one Bullets out my f**ing gun They gon have you ducking son I see you f**ing running son You calling me a wack ho Acting like an a** hole You f**ing with CP So you bout to get clapped bro This n***a is a PC But I'm a f**ing Mac ho I've been through sh** you can't imagine I ain't fronting, I ain't actin' I've actually been in action So you should just give up rappin' Quit f**ing with the T.R.A.P. Squad You need to f**ing back off This n***a is a wack fraud My clique is f**ing phat god [Verse 2: Sp@dez] EAT AYASS Who the f** you calling co*kroach I'm bout to crisp that a** like french toast Don't f** with me cause now I'm in the zone Look like a praying mantis with down's syndrome Smell your breath through the mic It smell like mildew Your mother f**ing rhymes and your style is f**ing overdue f** with my little bro and the whole f**ing team The words that you spitting You don't even know what half of them mean I may spit dirty but my mouth stay clean Haha over here doing the shmoney dance While you over there, Gavirr, doing the no money dance Serve you up on a platter f** your b**h and she splatter Rising from the bottom to the top like chutes and ladders Little b**h a** Gavirr Put on them gla**es and watch this foot in your a** appear Sitting in the crib and I'm drinking a smoothie While your b**h a** was in jail getting f**ed in the booty I'm a goofy mother f**er You a groupie mother f**er You eating booty mother f**er Look like Lala Loopsie mother f**er Your lips are droopy mother f**er This is a movie mother f**er With yo b**h a** Mother f**er Yeah [Verse 3: L.E.X. the Assa**in] This little b**h thought he was a hot n***a Till I put the antifreeze flow on him and now he's not n***a These verses I spit are like scriptures from the bible But I'm not feeling holy Make this n***a feel so salty his face become the new emoji Punch his gla**es to contacts Slice his neck and watch him die slowly Stomp his a** in the fetal position rolly polly Holy moly k**ing you with the Elementary bars homie Think you tough cause you been to jail Anybody can go to jail phony You call me Lexy but that's something that my b**hes do And that's funny cause I don't ever remember claiming you So I guess you felt so bu*t hurt from my last verse That your brain went into reverse And you thought I was your boy from the penn Well think again You don't want me to come out with a solo track Cause I might just send some shots to your chest That will blow out your back And if you think you can come back after that You'll get slammed on your a** No wrestling matt Wack a** bars I see where you at With a weak response I didn't want to do it to him But now he's got a one way ticket to visit Grim The Reaper And if you want to do dirt Just letting you know I can dig deeper With lethal flows that will put your a** in the sleeper