blocboy jb - hot

[Intro] Shh, tzz Tzz, tzz [Chorus] (Hot, hot) The streets (Hot, hot) The hood (Hot, hot) The block (Hot, hot) The haters (Hot, hot) They mad (Hot, hot) For sure (Hot, hot) I know (Hot, hot) [Verse] I know that these niggas hot 'Cause I'm getting guap and they really not Whippin' up the pot, runnin' up a knot If you owe me some cake, gimme all that you got I'm in a chop with a Glock, thirty-three shots, I ain't even hit the top Never miss an opp when I let it pop Your whole crackers are runnin' like inside [?] I'm your resident, president, bitch I'm Barack My lil' bitch, she a ten [?] If you mad at me, why would you punch on the clock 'Fore I punch on a nigga, I point with the Glock You a snitch, go to court, and go point at your pops Never told our own nigga [?] go check on the dogs Walk from nigga we catch a body for props Shoot that boy in the head, make his whole body drop I'm connected, I feel like a layover I smoke a blunt to the face get my day over Opps in the hood and they think they gon' takeover But we come in our color like Crayola It's hot in the streets and you know it You say you got hard nigga come show it He shot at me, missed, hit the back of the board Went outside, they missed hittin' back of my Ford [Chorus] (Hot, hot) The streets (Hot, hot) The hood (Hot, hot) The block (Hot, hot) The haters (Hot, hot) They mad (Hot, hot) For sure (Hot, hot) I know (Hot, hot) [Chorus] (Hot, hot) The streets (Hot, hot) The hood (Hot, hot) The block (Hot, hot) The haters (Hot, hot) They mad (Hot, hot) For sure (Hot, hot) I know (Hot, hot)