Hot Water

[Hook : Footsie] Now (now) look what you got yourself into Now look what you got yourself into Now (now) look what you got yourself into Now look what you got yourself into Now (now) look what you got yourself into Now look what you got yourself into Now (now) look what you got yourself into Now look what you got yourself into [Verse 1 : Giggs] Need more clips to fill another gun Said he loaded 3 more clips, go fill another one Hold it, we won't slip, so bring another one Control dis big old stick and bukka bukka buk Potent big ol' spliff , so bill another one Big boulders big ol' bricks Here hold this, big ol' splits They're just donuts, big ol' dicks There goes Footsie there goes Giggs (I got em yellin out) What Foots what,there's no piff? (I'll get the lemon out) Control dat big ol' bitch Come over, hold this big ol' zip Got so much hoes that he don't fish I swing that golf club he won't miss I hold up guns won't see no fist You won't see no tongues or see no kiss We gon flip and buss a burger Soldiers we gon rip , it's bloody murder Hocus pocus, dis ain't no trick Pricks best focus cause here go 6 I got the burner bulging, big ol' dick It's gonna turn out holey, you know Swiss That Liccle pum-pum swollen, you know bitch I see dat plan unfolding , you know rich I'm getting paid, oh Rico , you know Mitch And when I cut those lights won't see no switch They're cartoons like Lilo you know Stitch I spit shit like (pft) won't see no pips I roll low key, tinted DLOW whips I might scratch that finger, you know itch I said if it ain't broken then we won't fix I might whip dat hair back Willow Smith [Hook : Footsie] Now (now) look what you got yourself into Now look what you got yourself into Now (now) look what you got yourself into Now look what you got yourself into Now (now) look what you got yourself into Now look what you got yourself into Now (now) look what you got yourself into Now look what you got yourself into [Verse 2 : Footsie] You're in deep shit and can't get out Man have got heat and with the flames get out Everybody here best start get out A man got hit, got left dead out Hit him in his lung and he's lumping that The time of death, the coroner and that 'It was kind of early' said man, got whipped at 4:30 He thought he was roadman, now he's all cold, fam Laying on the floor cause he's not worthy Premature, man'll buss all early Gun in hand, firing all sturdy You man look kind of nerdy But your girl looks good, come here Shirley And take this dick, it's big and burly Yeah, come on over Them man there man will run all over I can see a couple man-a move like a cobra I'm a boss, boss, tell 'em a solider Yeah, I'll get to work You heard what I said, 'get to work' Before the ting was on safety Now it's set to murk Extended clip'll extend the work Look, you'll get smothered in dirt Giggs and Footsie shoveling dirt Nah, you don't want to end up in a hole The roads are fucked, they'll take their toll I am a situation you can't control I'm well out out of order I'll come with a gun that works None of my guns are out of order [Hook : Footsie] Now (now) look what you got yourself into Now look what you got yourself into Now (now) look what you got yourself into Now look what you got yourself into Now (now) look what you got yourself into