Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Hotspot, artist - Am. Date of issue: 31.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Hotspot |
| Ghosty |
| Mally |
| Hotspot settings, uh |
| Free all the mandem |
| GD, my fucking brother |
| Crash, corn |
| Biggz the Engineer baby |
| This corn don’t look too regular |
| These bells ain’t got no jingle but it might TKO, no wrestler |
| Like how could you bring your cellular? |
| Like bro pattern up that movie but these shots don’t need no editor |
| Shoulda seen when the rambo swung and it hit man’s chest all perpendicular |
| On my life, it was so ridiculous, when I ducked that goose like Canada |
| And his step got bagged like idiots, why the fuck would you bring your camera? |
| Long nose hand ting is serious, should I rise this mop like janitor? |
| And my brodie’s aim is hideous, get a mum and a son like Pamela |
| Sorry for the noise Ms Jackson, .44 corn come bigger than plankton |
| Gunshots round there is a anthem, man just know that it’s one of the mandem |
| Coulda heard that corn in Croydon, Brixton, Wandsworth, Lewi or Camden |
| And I ain’t gonna lie, one shot from the .9 had most of your guys all planking |
| I ain’t gonna talk 'bout the things we did or who’s bredrin got put in a spliff |
| Nuff dead tings got put in a spliff, chip, riz or put in a cling |
| They wanna know who we had on the ropes, they don’t wanna hear me chat about |
| goals |
| Talk about drugs, money and hoes, don’t talk about change, power and hope |
| But if I rap 'bout love, I’m done, so let me just talk 'bout a rusty one |
| She get beat out like a fucking drum, I won’t beat it if I ain’t got gloves |
| Have you ever tried shut down parties and get snitched on by the local yardie? |
| Tryna lick man’s Ed like Hardy, woulda thought that we crashed on aunties |
| Shoot down the car |
| Shoot down the bombaclaat car |
| Where the babylon dem? |
| Where the babylon?! |
| Bombaclaat |
| Now I’m tryna move in silence, tell me why the fuck am I hearing sirens? |
| See the whoosh come fat like bison, had a man’s head back, lookin' all |
| frightening |
| And the gang’s on violence, everyday is frying |
| Don’t forget who I is, have your parents crying |
| Why you pressed like iron? |
| Iron, jerk that pack, who’s running that back? |
| This. |
| 32 corn might ruin your hat |
| Shoulda let that crash on a paigon flat but the feds came before I ever changed |
| the plan |
| Where’s the corn they’re putting in waps? |
| I really don’t know, it’s getting me |
| mad |
| But for now, let me hold my peace, one day we’ll meet and we’ll see who’s bad |
| And they love when I talk 'bout trap, 2016 had a line of crack |
| 2013, had a .9 on me and I gave up weed 'cause it made me tapped |
| All now they can’t pay me back so if I go low, they ain’t saving man |
| Free bro, he’s a maniac, straight gunshots tryna play with man |
| Long nights in the bando, box man with the backside of my rambo |
| Turn his peanut to a mango |
| He was curl up in a naan bread like a taco |
| Hit the left side of his Kangol |
| I want cherryade not Tango |
| On a rage ting like I’m raggo |
| Shouts BT 'cause he got me |
| Or it’s trap stack with a mad stack or a dotty |
| Tryna crash man like a lorry |
| Before stack money, used to stack money, he was chinging |
| Arms known for the fishing |
| Free BMA out the system, mister «turn a man to a victim» |
| (Woi oi) |
| Biggz the Engineer baby |
| Ghosty |