Vado - Hot n***a lyrics

[Intro: Vado] Slimmmmmee Huh?! Riq Bubz wadup?! SRT 10-MG, my slimes like.. [Verse 1: Vado] Yea I always been a block n***a On the mailbox with ma block n***as Nore on em bikes doing blocks n***a 3 dice on the ground what you got n***a? And Lee be quick to tell me V you got n***as (all day) And stay up out them banks, you too hot n***a Crime Set was getting busy wit em pots n***a A hundred coming back, twenty get you shot n***a City of hella raw, we sell it all Pull up to Delanor in the eleanor Shawty a hella who*e, you better off And when she mollied up, bet you she gon tell it all When its feasting, crab house dinner meetings Bank account full, I'm good I finished eating Sail boat for the weekend, range rove when I'm jeeping High profiles, they sending us to the Beacon But we gon still move the bu*ter though (Slimmme) Free Gudda yo I push the bu*ton like f** it though Just f**ed your b**h for bout a hundred [?] Taking pictures, champagne, spitt cream Take b**hes, let it play on the big screen sh** mean, was nothing sweet at sixteen I'm from Harlem, seeing fiends like Mitch Green Joe Handman h**n dope handed Coke leaves for lunch, breakfast, pan bandit Coke grams was us, next we check scanned it Broke man we up, necklace been dancing magn Necklace been dancing magn.. [Verse 2: Intro: Riq Bubz] Ayo P keep countin, lace up the bet Its ma slot, Riq Rubz [?] Wadup Wadup Wadup.. [Verse 2: Riq Bubz] I been hot f**ing thoughts its word to my mother I got a broad that only let me hit her undercovers I got wit her when I was frontin weed to her brother Love the n***a thug, so she gave me head to Danny Glover Check the stats, my team up They thought Phil was coaching f** wit me and get shot like Ray was open Crash spots getting raided like a player open Knock so wild, you f** around and catch the Mayor toking I just wanna be heard, no I dont need a grammy f** wit slime you gon see kufi soon in these hella slammys I got love for all of em shot divider Richard Porter So let em shine and fifty m**ms come and cross the water Let the gloves on the mouthes of your harvest daughters No Royce, Em or Joe judging but thats total slaugter I'm from Jersey so that beef get put on burners Its off with ya cap for the drop like you Bobby Shmurda