Hot (remix) (feat. Young Thug & Travis Scott)

Gunna

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    (Wheezy outta here)

    Hot, hot, hot, hot
    Hot, hot, hot, hot
    Hot, hot, hot, hot
    Hot, hot, hot, hot

    Everything litty, I love when it's hot
    Turned up the city, I broke off the notch
    Got some more millis, I keep me a knot
    I created history and made me a lot
    He tried to diss me and ended on Fox
    We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop
    Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop
    I run it like Nike, we got it on lock

    Cartier eye
    I'm the bossman in a suit, but no tie
    I can't be sober, I gotta stay high
    Pour me some syrup in a Canada Dry
    Ridin' in the spaceship like Bonnie and Clyde
    Don't worry, baby, I keep me some fire
    Shenenehs and Birkins, she cannot decide
    The latest Mercedes her go-to surprise
    Don't sleep on miss lady, her pussy a prize
    Dick in her back while I'm grippin' her sides
    Bigger Maybach, this ain't regular size
    We really fly, we like pelican glide
    Bitch, you ain't slick, I can tell the disguise
    Upgraded my wrist, put baguettes in that Sky
    She sing, I might sign her and change her whole life
    I told her to gargle and work on her highs

    Everything litty, I love when it's hot
    Turned up the city, I broke off the notch
    Got some more millis, I keep me a knot
    I created history and made me a lot
    He tried to diss me and ended on Fox
    We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop
    Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop
    I run it like Nike, we got it on lock

    Cash, money, checks, cash
    Addy, Birkin, brand new extendos
    I just wanna fuck the bitch by myself
    I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite

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    I took the Bentley coupe back, then I hopped in a Cayenne
    I put the bitch in the front of the Bentley, in front of the driver
    Ayy, man, this synthetic weed
    You can't smoke in the Rolls-Royce, woah, woah
    I'm still double cupped up, I'm drinkin', I shoot off your tires, huh

    I'm in the coupe by myself
    I had to kick a door when I was 5
    Keep the awards on the shelf
    Whole sixteen round in the fire
    I'm sick and tired of these young niggas act like they firin', they tellin' these lies
    Actin' like they the ones created this and they get all the drip from my guys

    Yeah, Cartier eyes
    Cartier coat, Cartier's the watch
    Cartier love, Cartier, the thot
    Cartier specs, buffalo on the side
    Princess cut diamonds, they Cartier, yeah
    Cartier bag for the Cartier thot
    Sky Wrangler coupe with two hundred the dash
    Cartier jeans, ain't no way I can sag
    Ain't no way I'ma ever gon' go out bad
    I can't go out, no way I'ma go out
    I just grip on her ass and I show out
    I sit like a champ and I wait on a hold-out
    I just whip up a new Chanel Patek
    I whip with the wrist and I don't break the door out
    Turn the whole top floor to a whorehouse
    Hundred racks in ones, dude brought the flood out (ooh)

    Cash, money, checks, cash
    Addy, Birkin, brand new extendos
    I just wanna fuck the bitch by myself
    I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite (it's lit)

    Hot like the 504 Boyz how I move through the lobby (hot)
    Since '012, La Flame been hot just to show you the timeframe (La Flame)
    Hundred mil' down on my desk, but I'm still up decidin' (straight up)
    Match the M's in my account to the truck in my driveway

    I'm in that four-door by myself
    Know it's a hundred more niggas outside
    Know they gon' ride 'til the death
    Had some good years, ain't no way I get tired
    I gotta do what I feel
    Every day Super Bowl, fuck it, oh, well
    I put a lot on myself
    In the field, Richard Mille on like Odell (let's go)

    She slid her hand down my pants just to grab the torpedo
    I had to go back and link with my slimes like I'm thirteen and zero (it's lit)
    I told her: Baby, this not the remix, this a part of the sequel (part of the seq')
    No, we not livin' the same, we not makin' the same, we not equal (no)
    Yah, yah, yah

    Look, mom, I can fly
    Had some troubles, put that shit in the sky
    Brought the angels, know the devil would try
    It's so hot, you thought Paris Hilton done said it (yeah, yeah)
    When we come out, we can't help but leave damage (yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Afterparty, Astroworld out the planet (yeah, yeah)
    Laid the map out, but they didn't understand it
    When I'm home, know that I fuck on a Grammy, yeah

    Hot, hot, hot, hot
    Hot, hot, hot, hot
    Hot, hot, hot, hot, damn
    Hot, hot, hot, hot

    Song details

    Composition: Young Thug, Travis Scott, Gunna, and Wheezy

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