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