LETRA - Hot Shit - Cardi B - Kanye West - Lil Durk (Lyric)

Tay Keith, this too hard

Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up

Tay Keith

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah


Nah, this that hot shit

Jimmy Snuka off the top rope, superfly shit 

Might get in the tub with all my ice on some 'Pac shit 

Either way you slice it, bottom line, I'm the top bitch

New Chanel, I rock it, twist and it ain't even out yet

All this jewelry at the grocery store, I'm obnoxious

Bought a home and closin' on another, I know I'm blessed

Everybody wanna be gang, ain't no spots left


Bad bitch contest, thеre wouldn't be a contest

Ooh, smokin' dopе, I'm connected

I don't know what's longer, man, my blocklist or my checklist

I don't know what's colder, man, my heart or my necklace

Pretty when I wake up, I'm a bad bitch at breakfast


Still might slide on the opp 

Hatin' didn't work so they lie 

These bitches lookin' hurt and they fried 

I know they wouldn't miss them if they died

Tell 'em move (Move), move, new Chanel on my body, it's a boost

I'm so poppin' I don't ever gotta get introduced 

One thing I never call a bitch for is a truce 

Brand new chopper, can't wait to put that bitch to use


Oof (oof), checks comin' fast, I'm like swoosh 

Ooh (ooh), give 'em to them straight, hundred proof 

I thought I killed you hoes before, it must be déjà vu

It's either that or I'm catchin' body, number two


This that block music, this that drop location, drop a opp music

This ain't for them niggas in the house, this shit for Glock users

And I don't talk down on trenches hoes who known to be a cock user

This that pill talk, gotta buss his head, he cut on opp music


Who said you game? 

Who said you could come around this bitch and hang?

And I f*cked your baby mama, mama, and I ain't say a thing 

They just came outside in 2020, pull up in that '21


I pick my side, switches fully and I'ma die for 21

I got plenty cars, I hit plenty stars and didn't come

I said it plenty times, I pay for bodies, I ain't pay for none

You think I'm finna leave my bitch for you? She f*ck Future too

I know that Von hit her, she pulled up on my block in Jimmy Choo


Oof (oof), checks comin' fast, I'm like swoosh 

Ooh (ooh), get 'em to me straight, hundred proof 

I thought I killed you before, it must be déjà vu

It's either that or catch a body, number two


Pinky swear, you ain't scared when you heard Ye appear

I'ma hop up out the bushes, me and Pusha kill your man

I'm just sayin' now I start to get used to the pain

'Til one day I say, "F*ck it", brought my masseuse on the plane


Why you playin'? Reachin' the gang, losin' hand

Where you stand?

"Where was J at? Where was them at

Where you done that? Where you live at?"


Another headline, "Where your head at?"

"Nigga, go home, where your kids at?"

They be on my nerve, they be on my nerve, mm-mm

When we lost Virg', I was on the verge, mm-mm


I just hit the Louis store, I had to splurge, mm-mm

We just made a silent movie with no words, mm

Guess who toppin' now, uh, god got me now, uh

Guess who at Balenciaga, guess who shoppin' now, uh


They can't stop me now, uh, I been poppin' out, uh

Cardi, where your sister at? I need henny now, mm-mm

I flew in and out, hundred-fifty-thou' mm-mm

Now, even when they shout, gotta shout me out

So ahead, go ahead, mm-mm

Not even close, all of y'all is number two


Oof (oof), checks comin' fast, I'm like swoosh 

Ooh (ooh), give 'em to me straight, hundred proof

I thought I killed you before, it must be déjà vu

It's either that or catch a body, number two

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