[Intro: Gunna]


            
Wheezy outta h

              
ere (Wheezy ou

    
tta here)
            
Hot, hot, hot,

     
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Hot, hot, hot,

     
 hot
            
Hot, hot, hot,

     
 hot
            
Hot, hot, hot,

     
 hot


[Chorus: Gunna]

Everything lit

ty, I love whe

n it's hot
              
Turned up the 


city, I broke 

off the notch

Got some more 

millis, I keep

 me a knot
            
I created hist

ory and made m

e a lot

He tried to di

ss me and ende

d on Fox
              
We call them c


hopsticks 'cau

se they gonna 

chop
     
Took her out o

f Follies 'cau

se her pussy p

op
              
I run it like 

 
Nike, we got i

t on lock


[Verse 1: Gunna]

Cartier eye
              
I'm the bossma

              
n in a suit bu

     
t no tie
              
I can't be sob

       
er, I gotta st

ay high
              
Pour me some s

              
yrup in a Cana

   
da Dry
              
Ridin' in the 

              
spaceship like

 
 Bonnie and Cl

yde
              
Don't worry, b

              
aby, I keep me

      
 some fire
              
Shenenehs and 

             
Birkins, she c


annot decide
              
The latest Mer

              
cedes her go-t

     
o surprise
              
Don't sleep on

              
 miss lady, he

  
r pussy a priz

e
              
Dick in her ba

              
ck while I'm g

            
rippin' her si

des
              
Bigger Maybach

             
, this ain't r


egular size
              
We really fly,

              
 we like pelic

   
an glide
              
Bitch, you ain

              
't slick, I ca

   
n tell the dis

guise
              
Upgraded my wr

              
ist, put bague

             
ttes in that S


ky
              
She sing, I mi

              
ght sign her a

    
nd change her 

whole life
              
I told her to 

              
gargle and wor

         
k on her highs


[Chorus: Gunna]

Everything lit

ty, I love whe

n it's hot
              
Turned up the 


city, I broke 

off the notch

Got some more 

millis, I keep

 me a knot
            
I created hist

ory and made m

e a lot

He tried to di

ss me and ende

d on Fox
              
We call them c


hopsticks 'cau

se they gonna 

chop
     
Took her out o

f Follies 'cau

se her pussy p

op
              
I run it like 

 
Nike, we got i

t on lock


[Interlude: Young Thug]
            
Cash, money, c

     
hecks, cash
            
Addy, Birkin, 

            
brand new exte

ndos
            
I just wanna f

              
uck the bitch 


by myself
            
I just passed 

              
her to the daw

    
g like my Spri

te


[Verse 2: Young Thug]
            
I took the Ben

              
tley coupe bac

              
k, then I hopp

              
ed in a Cayenn


e (Skrrt)
            
I put the bitc

              
h in the front

              
 of the Bentle

              
y, in front of

       
 the driver (S

krrt)
            
Ayy, man, this

              
 shit there th

              
e weed you can

              
't smoke in th

         
e Rolls Royce,

 woah, woah (Y

eah, yeah)
            
I'm still doub

              
le cupped up, 

              
I'm drinkin', 

              
I shoot off yo

          
ur tires, huh 

(Doo-doo-doo-d

oo-doo-doo-doo

-doo)
           
I'm in the cou

pe by myself
              
I had to kick 

       
a door when I 

was 5
             
Keep the old o


nes on the she

lf
              
Whole sixteen 

             
round in the f


ire
             
I'm sick and t

             
ired of these 

              
young niggas a

              
ct like they f

              
irin', they te

            
llin' these li

es
            
Actin' like th

              
ey the ones cr

              
eated this and

              
 they get all 

              
the drip from 

   
my guys
      
Yeah, Cartier 

eyes
              
Cartier coat, 

             
Cartiers the w


atch
              
Cartier love, 

     
Cartier the th

ot
              
Cartier specs,

              
 buffalo on th

  
e side
              
Princess cut d

              
iamonds, they 


Cartier, yeah
              
Cartier bag fo

              
r the Cartier 


thot
              
Sky Wrangler c

             
oupe with two 


hundred the da

sh
              
Cartier jeans,

              
 ain't no way 

      
I can sag
              
Ain't no way I

              
'ma ever gon' 

   
go out bad
              
I can't go out

              
, no way I'ma 

       
go out
              
I just grip on

              
 her ass and I

  
 show out
              
I sit like a c

              
hamp and I wai

              
t on a hold-ou

  
t
              
I just whip up

              
 a new Chanel 


Patek
              
I whip with th

              
e wrist and I 

              
don't break th

           
e door out
              
Turn the whole

              
 top floor to 

  
a whorehouse

Hundreds racks in ones, dude brought the flood out


[Outro: Gunna]
            
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