Lyrics Hot Nigga - French Montana, T.I.

Hot Nigga

And Chewy, I’m some hot nigga
Like I talk to Shyste when I shot niggas
Like you seen him twirl then he drop, nigga
And we keep them nine millis on my block, nigga
And Monte keep it on him, he done dropped niggas
And Trigger he be wilding, he some hot nigga
Tones known to get busy with them Glocks, nigga
Try to run down and you can catch a shot, nigga
Running through these checks 'til I pass out
And shorty give me neck 'til I pass out
I swear to God, all I do is cash out
And if you ain’t a ho, get up out my trap house
I been selling crack since like the fifth grade
Really never made no difference what the shit made
Jaja taught me flip them packs and how to maintain
Get that money back and spend it on the same thing
Shawty like the way that I ball out
I be getting money 'til I fall out
You talking cash, dog, I goes all out
Shorty love the way that I floss out
Free Greezy though, let all of my dogs out
Momma said no pussy cats inside my doghouse
That’s what got my daddy locked up in the dog pound
Free Phantom though, let all of my dogs out
We gon' pull up in that hooptie like we cops on 'em
With the 16s, we gon' put some shots on him
I send a little thot to send the drop on him
She gon' call me up and I’m a sick the hots on him
Grimey savage, that’s what we are
Grimey shooters dressed in G-Star, GS9, I go so hard
But GS for my gun squad
And bitch if it’s a problem we gon' gun brawl
Shots popping out the AR
I’m with Trigger, I’m with Rasha, I’m with A-Raw
Broad daylight and we gon' let them things bark
Tell them niggas free Meeshie, ho
Some way, free Breezy, ho
And tell my niggas, Shmurda teaming, ho
Mitch caught a body 'bout a week ago, week ago
Fuck with us and then we tweaking, ho
Run up on that nigga, get to squeezing, ho
Everybody catching bullet holes
Niggas got me on my bully, yo
I’m a run up, put that gun on 'em
I’m a run up, go dumb on 'em
Niggas got me on that young shit
Got me on that go dumb shit