Hot

Cm

Bb                              
Wheezy outta here (Wheezy outta 
Cm
here)
          Bb       Cm
Hot, hot, hot, hot
          Bb       Cm
Hot, hot, hot, hot
          Bb       Cm
Hot, hot, hot, hot
          Bb       Cm
Hot, hot, hot, hot


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


[Verse 1: Gunna]
Cm
Cartier eye
                                 Bb
I'm the bossman in a suit but no tie
                     Cm
I can't be sober, I gotta stay high
                               Bb
Pour me some syrup in a Canada Dry
                             Cm
Ridin' in the spaceship like Bonnie 
and Clyde
Don't worry, baby, I keep me some 
Bb
fire
                           Cm
Shenenehs and Birkins, she cannot 
decide
The latest Mercedes her go-to 
   Bb
surprise
                              Cm
Don't sleep on miss lady, her pussy 
a prize
Dick in her back while I'm grippin' 
    Bb
her sides
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                           Cm
Bigger Maybach, this ain't regular 
size
                               Bb
We really fly, we like pelican glide
                               Cm
Bitch, you ain't slick, I can tell 
the disguise
Upgraded my wrist, put baguettes in 
     Bb
that Sky
She sing, I might sign her and 
 Cm
change her whole life
I told her to gargle and work on her
 Bb
 highs


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


[Interlude: Young Thug]
Cm                 Bb
Cash, money, checks, cash
Cm                        Bb
Addy, Birkin, brand new extendos
  Cm                        Bb
I just wanna fuck the bitch by 
myself
  Cm                            Bb
I just passed her to the dawg like 
my Sprite


[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Cm                                
I took the Bentley coupe back, 
                      Bb
then I hopped in a Cayenne (Skrrt)
Cm                                
I put the bitch in the front of 
                             Bb
the Bentley, in front of the driver 
(Skrrt)
Cm                                
Ayy, man, this shit there the weed
                               Bb
 you can't smoke in the Rolls Royce,
 woah, woah (Yeah, yeah)
       Cm                      
I'm still double cupped up, I'm 
drinkin', I shoot off your tires, 
 Bb
huh 
(Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
           Cm
I'm in the coupe by myself
                     Bb
I had to kick a door when I was 5
             Cm
Keep the old ones on the shelf
                           Bb
Whole sixteen round in the fire
             Cm                  
I'm sick and tired of these young 
niggas act like they firin', they 
               Bb
tellin' these lies
            Cm                   
Actin' like they the ones created 
this and they get all the drip from 
    Bb
my guys
      Cm
Yeah, Cartier eyes
                           Bb
Cartier coat, Cartiers the watch
                   Cm
Cartier love, Cartier the thot
                              Bb
Cartier specs, buffalo on the side
                            Cm
Princess cut diamonds, they Cartier,
 yeah
                            Bb
Cartier bag for the Cartier thot
                           Cm
Sky Wrangler coupe with two hundred 
the dash
Cartier jeans, ain't no way I can 
Bb
sag
                               Cm
Ain't no way I'ma ever gon' go out 
bad
I can't go out, no way I'ma go out
Bb

                              Cm
I just grip on her ass and I show 
out
I sit like a champ and I wait on a 
         Bb
hold-out
                            Cm
I just whip up a new Chanel Patek
I whip with the wrist and I don't 
                   Bb
break the door out
Turn the whole top floor to a 
Cm
whorehouse

Hundreds racks in ones, dude brought
 the flood out


[Outro: Gunna]
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Hot, hot, hot, hot
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Hot, hot, hot, hot
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Hot, hot, hot, damn
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Hot, hot, hot, hot