Lyrics: Marcelle Becton
Music: Marcelle Becton
(put the spotlight on him, and make it hot)
Southside, in this b***h
Westside, in this b***h
Eastside, in this b***h
North Pole, we live
G I’m standin’ on this business
Business call hol’ up
Ain’t no b***hin’, ain’t no flinchin’
Come on dog, you know us
Can’t impress me with no riches, I hate shit that fol’ up
Matter fact, you know what
Hol’ up
Hol’ up
Hol’ up
Imma dog walk this b***h
Y’all ain’t got shit for me anyway
**** I’m rushin’ for
You know how many meals I done missed tryna make a mill
Louis Marx - Hot Flamin' (You Can't Ignore Us.)\nGive my niggas in the trenches shit that they can fee
Aye we know you not a hunnit but you can say it still
You know you not a hunnit but you can say it still
I say **** 12 at least twice a day
Just to make sure my good habits stay in play
I don’t like they b***h ass, what I’m supposed to fake
Shit be REALLY on my heart, **** I’m supposed to say
I’m not no Jesse White tumbler, I ain’t flippin’ for shit
If I hurt you then I meant it b***h and that’s what you get
Watch this, G I got this
And it’s flamin’ hot
Chi nigga so I need my cheese on top
(Make it hot)
Stop, Drop, Roll
Woah Woah Woah Woah
(We been through hell, that’s why we hot)
Stop, Drop, Roll
Woah Woah Woah Woah
This ain’t class, so ain’t no passes
**** yo status, I’m on y’all asses
Don’t be askin’, if it’s magic, like this shit just up and happened
Been thru hell, and it been tragic
Been in traffic, bendin’ backwards
Been in crashes, niggas blasted
I done fasted, now it’s time to turn the stove on nigga , make sure the isle strait
Like yo grandma yeah I’m wiggin’ on this b***h
Jiggin’ on this b***h
Flexin’ and I’m flickin’ on this b***h
Fear it don’t exist
Losing ‘cause the real ones on the bench
nigga yea I’m pissed
If you took the same type of hits, you might hit like this
Hurt my heart to see a real one die when all these b*****s alive
You can’t never be this, I know you feel it inside
If you betray me, that’s a gamble, you gone roll snake eyes
Every opp ain’t on the motha****in’ opposite side
Slap this b***h with mild-sauce, salt and pepper
Put some bread on top of that my G and you got a special
Imma get it together
We gone fye up whenever
Louis Marx - Hot Flamin' (You Can't Ignore Us.)\nYou think I care ‘bout being’ cool with niggas eve
(Make it hot)
Stop, Drop, Roll
Woah Woah Woah Woah
(We been through hell, that’s why we hot)
Stop, Drop, Roll
Woah Woah Woah Woah
G I’m standin’ on this business
Ain’t no b***hin’, ain’t no flinchin’
Can’t impress me with no riches, it’s just not some shit I’m into
Can’t no mill make you a real one, just a nigga with a million
Ain’t no honor in yo system, I can’t honor how you did it
Got a bag but you b***h, you probably do some b***h shit with it
All our b*****s feed our spirit
They ain’t b*****s dog they women
They the type don’t need a nigga , even without us they gone get it
Imma get it to my niggas, all this game just can’t stay with us
If you with us then it’s blood, only God can make it different
He gone show me if it’s love, if it’s not, you end up missin’
If you missin’ but was here, look in the mirror, say I did it
I done did it for them do-ers, do it to you, I ain’t finish
(you can’t ignore US)