THE HOTTEST

[Intro: BigXthaPlug]

(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)

Ayy

[Verse 1: BigXthaPlug]

I'm the hottest in the motherfuckin' world, how I'm feelin'

Nigga play with me, on my son, then it's a killin'

Just a 6-double-0 repper who been steppin' since the village

Cybertruck, this bitch electric, when I take off, I can't feel it

All this shit came off of loyalty, you stayed down, then you with me

Just paid my taxes, I might go and blow a fifty

This my third grill of the year, just might go plain, veneer my dentures

Them YNs comin', spin your block, just know I'll seal it

I don't do much on the internet, just flex and show these riches

This shit herе motivate my hood, I'm from the trenchеs

I was just breakin' down rocks, we switched the spots when shit got wicked

My pops the first nigga I know that had them chickens

[Verse 2: Yung Hood & BigXthaPlug]

Uh, real trap nigga, you want 'bows or want some fent'?

Mix the Quay up with the Tris, got me talkin' with a lisp

All we makin' green like we was vegan

Saved by the bell, hear the tires screechin'

Out of state somewhere at the Four Seasons

Go get the money, give you four reasons

One, who the fuck wanna be broke? Before I do, I'ma go sell a 'bow

Two, these lil' bitches ain't cheap, I buy shit for all my hoes

Three, gotta have bail money, what you gon' do when they kick that door?

Four, gotta make sure home straight, that's why a nigga gon' hold 'em up

They dependin' on me, nobody else, stuck in the trap, at war with self

Been dope in the city, it sell off the shelf, boy stay in the kitchen, he think he a chef

How he love you? He bought you testers, come fuck with a real one, they not a repper

Pop shit every day, I'm feelin' successful, 'bows in trunk, I'm drivin' like Dexter (Ayy)

[Verse 3: BigXthaPlug]

I ain't ain't nothin' like them other niggas, baby, can't you tell?

Still the same nigga in them streets and in that cell

Really got partners in that cage, when they come home, we causin' hell

They super solid, all of your lil' partners locked up tryna tell

Keep tryna make him hear the rapper, but he still searchin' the mail

I just got PB off the block, that nigga still be toatin' shells

Ro$ama still be hittin' licks with all his ice like we can't tell

But on my baby, nigga ever play, I bet we leave him pale

[Verse 4: Yung Hood]

I been trappin' 'round these motherfuckers since I was itty-bitty

Ridin' around, I'm gettin' it, two chains on, I feel like Tity

Know I keep me somethin' pretty, she got a man, it ain't my business

I'm rockin' shows, sellin' 'bows, make the dope roll when I'm out the city

Don't be fooled because I'm rappin', I used to go to Cali and wrap 'em

Vacuum seal, made me a mil', before my deal, a house on a hill

Cold-hearted, it get me chills, I love the hustle, it give me a thrill

Love me or hate me, it just what it is, 600 the label, they know what it is, uh