Troy Ave - Hot n***a (Keymix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Troy Ave] Dope boy, Troy Ave, young hot n***a You see me, you see the apple, I am Motts n***a Different sauce, see me floss, red drop n***a 16 in the mag, one in top n***a Murder ain't a thang but a hip reach Money ain't a thang but a quick meet Fast life living, dicking dip freaks BSB records, we the new street Still watch it, I ain't quote Jigga Shabazz [?] 300, Wade switched the figures Shouts to GS9, BK n***as I love my cities shine, you see the way I glitter VVS, my [?] neck in my hands Major deal advance sitting in my pants Pockets so heavy I just take a stance Two stepping, let my diamonds do the Shmoney dance [?], honor roll, hustlers relate Count a quarter mil, making sure the numbers straight 187s hit, keep the 848 I give a n**ga the chills just like my Rolex face No ticks but some hating s**ers Sitting in the nosebleeds yelling sh**, f** it Free John, free Rum, free J O Can't forget k**er out there, all them n***as yayo Caught a body 20 weeks ago A day off, but them people know My gun warm I will heat the four But let me get back to this kitchen, whipping, eating blow [Verse 2: Young Lito] Young Lito, I'm a love n***a Well known shooter and a puff flipper Straight G you can see it in my eyes n***a I took bands, b**hes, and a couples lives n***a Ballin' like Jordan, these n***as Byron Russel Biting my swag, these n***as need a muzzle LV's homie, all over my duffle If you need you some shooters, I'll send you a couple Had that little gangster in you oozing out You know me, one call would have them uzis out Run up on your block with them toolies out Dropping clips you would think we had a movie out It ain't a game I run up on him like he 40 Glocc He say the wrong thing then you gon' hear my 40 pop Or I can throw a bag on him like a dirty cop I call [?] you know that body drop Sometimes I be feeling like I'm Max Payne The fresh tool, you know he love to hear that mac ring I been tryna chill for the rap game But if this sh** fail, n***as getting clapped mane Feds got 8, Rick and Geno got 30 And they told me they gon' wear it like a f**ing jersey We don't ride on my side we stand up and [?] With 4's locked on my side, we do them n***as dirty If he with his homie, we gon' hit his mans too [?] will squeeze it at his head like it's shampoo [?] quick to smoke a n***a like some bamboo Leave his brains out like some toes in the sandles Ill [Outro: Troy Ave] Once she give me head kick her a** out Rubber band the money, smoking ash out Open up the [?] bring the gla** out First of the month you know what that's 'bout BSB AVE NYC Yea that's me