Trae Tha Truth - Hot Nigga (Freestyle) lyrics

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(Intro)

Yeah, king of the muthafuckin' streets is back, nigga

I bet ya pussies thought I was gonna let you breathe for a second, huh?

Got me fucked up, hustle gang ova everythang, nigga

(Verse)

200 key inside the pluso, we duckin' the people

You were Your Highness of the streets, bitch, you are nothing as equal

200 bricks, I'm tryna see in the back of that Diesel

I'm bout whateva, try the truth, it ain't nothin' pieceful

Fuck with the truth, you might just wound up in that murder sceners

This thing right pull up ova glass, bitch it's a murder sceners

How many given hit that light and send that murder scene?

See, ain't the way the king can get away with that murder clean

Caught my first body the age of a young'n

I went from that to sendin' young'ns out gunnin' for somethin'

Call it band camp, our boss pull up shootin' and drummin'

So many twos, swear to God I'm professional plumbin'

Now what ya pussy niggas talkin'? If I pull a-ridin' on ya

You might be pullin' off in that coffin

Real kids will do fake kids and leave ya bodies swimin' like dolphins

Religion make ya the holly doubter, nigga, that don't happen often

Migo put me on game, this why this flame is hard to stand

Next to yo dame who givin' brain, she insane, I'm comin' change

I'm on the locks, shit, if it's hot

I get the blocks and hit the plane

I'm talkin' private, no domestic

I'm an asshole, lift chains, nigga