Hot Nigga – AJ Tracey

My niggas on some nigga shit
Nike hat, squadded up, looking nigga-ish
Blacked out, looking licorice
Fuck a bitch, tell her go home, call it hit and miss
All these niggas talking but I’m sick of it
Armani monogram, it’s got the stick in it
The brukky throwing Zs and I keep hitting it
Trap house, couple squad niggas, ain’t a chicken it
I do my Shmurda dance on a joke ting
MTP, I keep promoting
My south side niggas got the smoke in
And don’t be talking Ps cuh we get the most in
[?] from the bottle, bitches love it off
The line is always banging, I don’t shut it off
Had a yucky chick, knickers, they were coming off
I buss all up on her titties, told her rub it off
In that foreign nani when it weren’t cool
In a rented ‘Rari when we went school
My likkle cousin’s Bimmer’s not a rental
I was mashing up the guala when I weren’t tall
Now I’m on some burn a nigga’s bridge shit
Had enough of all these pussies talking big shit
Nigga fucking with my money? Get his wig split
His crib kicked, sniff licked and his bitch dicked
Buck you if you ain’t squadding, you’re an opp nigga
Call my females cuh they talk, I’ll get the drop, nigga
More time I’m out here standing on my block, nigga
You don’t want my young gunners at your block, nigga
Pink Huaraches, got my eight balls in my sock, nigga
True Religion jeans, yeah, they cost a lot, nigga
I worked hard for the shit that I got, nigga
That same shit that got your Mrs on my cock, nigga