Lyrics
We the hot shit yeah
They the gossip blog
Who the topic yeah
To the top this year
Headed to the top
On the top like yeah
We the hot shit whoa
Everybody stop drop then roll
Everybody wanna pop shit yeah
Are they ever gonna stop this no
We the hot shit
Everybody coming out of pocket
Everybody gossip
I would rather be the topic yeah
We the hot shit whoa
Everybody stop drop then roll
Everybody wanna pop shit yeah
Are they ever gonna stop this no
Tell me who the hot shit
Gotta be me
I been all up in the lab locked in
Stockton of the team
The way I drop dimes for them boys
It be like a damn slot machine
Started out local
Nobody gave a fuck
Did all of the shows
And the songs
And I never got a buck
Gave it a minute
Everybody got in my business
Looking for the golden ticket
On how to go independent
But it ain't no secret
The proof in the pudding
Now show me the money like Cuba Gooding
Gimme the loot
I do a set for the people
Then get me back in the booth
No rings but this shit is a mood
Got everybody yelling Pack
Cuz the boy never stop making moves
Got everything in my bag
And a lot to lose
And when I
Spit at you
Bet it's the gospel truth
And when I
Get at you boy
You chopped and screwed
I guess you had to be there
When there wasn't
Nobody in the world
Listening to me yeah
I guess you had to be there
We done came a long way
I deserve to
Feel a way about it
Hot shit
We the hot shit yeah
They the gossip blog
Who the topic yeah
To the top this year
Headed to the top
On the top like yeah
We the hot shit whoa
Everybody stop drop then roll
Everybody wanna pop shit yeah
Are they ever gonna stop this no
We the hot shit
Everybody coming out of pocket
Everybody gossip
I would rather be the topic yeah
We the hot shit whoa
Everybody stop drop then roll
Everybody wanna pop shit yeah
Are they ever gonna stop this no
WRITERS
Patrick Duda
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