Hot Girl

[Chorus: Yung Baby Tate]

I'm too hot to handle (Hot)

I'm too hot to handle (Too hot)

I'm too hot to handle (Hot)

I'm too hot to handle

Hot like a candle in the middle of a flame

Hot like a sandal, all these beaches know my name

Hot like a spot when you really in the game

Hot like a shot that just got the fame

[Verse 1: Kari Faux]

I'm hot, these niggas can't fuck with me

And they always stay pressed like cold cutlery

Gotta get your paper up, up, up, up, up, up

If you wanna see what's up with me

I'm hot like California when it hasn't gotten rain

I'm the king of the hill and I'm slingin' propane

Spicy lil' chick'll make him eat it out the frame

And I make him go faster when I'm tuggin' on his chain

If you can't stand the heat then you should move away

You living in the shade with no place to stay

And that's tragic, got the energy of a dragon

On my carpet in the sky, I'm Aladdin

Pull up to the spot, make you break a sweat

Let me put you on game so you won't forget

Hotter than a sauna and that's on that

Just left the Bahamas with tan lines on my back 'cause I'm hot

[Chorus: Yung Baby Tate]

I'm too hot to handle (Hot)

I'm too hot to handle (Too hot)

I'm too hot to handle (Hot)

I'm too hot to handle

Hot like a candle in the middle of a flame

Hot like a sandal, all these beaches know my name

Hot like a spot when you really in the game

Hot like a shot that just got the fame

[Verse 2: Yung Baby Tate]

No shade, no tea, but I'm hot as ever

You know, even if you don't got the Weather

Channel, you know that I'm too hot to handle

I'm on fire like what's underneath the mantle

Burn, baby, burn, watch and learn

Got a urn for your ashy ass

No coconut oil involved at all

You broads is all just so dry, my, oh, my

My, my, my, my, my, my, little boy

You couldn't match my fly if you wanted to

Too short to ride, little boy

You can try but you're gonna lose

You're gonna lose, I'm gonna win

Tie your shoe and run again

You trippin' up, you out of luck

Call AAA 'cause I think you stuck

All the girlies on the floor now

Say they finna dance 'til they pass out

I got my ass out so they say I'm lookin' like a ho now

Woah now, I got my own style

Pick up the phone, dial 911

I caught 'em stealin' sauce and now they on the run

Catch 'em, hurry up, don't let 'em catch up to me

Leave 'em in the dust because I'm too damn groovy

I'm hot

[Chorus: Yung Baby Tate]

I'm too hot to handle (Hot)

I'm too hot to handle (Too hot)

I'm too hot to handle (Hot)

I'm too hot to handle

Hot like a candle in the middle of a flame

Hot like a sandal, all these beaches know my name

Hot like a spot when you really in the game

Hot like a shot that just got the fame

[Outro: Yung Baby Tate]

Make it hot, make it hot, don't stop

Make it hot, don't stop

Make it hot, don't stop

Make it hot, make it hot

Bring it to top

Make it hot, make it hot

Drop down, then bring it to the top

Make it hot, make it hot

Don't stop, don't stop

Make it hot, make it hot

Don't stop