(Heartbeatz on the track)
Pulled up, drop top, Backwood, hot box
Pickin' up my thot thot, tryna hit a hot spot
Extra clips, hot Glocks, f*ck 12, cops watch
Bitch, we got the block hot, they think we gon' stop, not
I don't talk on cellphones, bro called through a jail phone
Bitch, blow up my phone, she ask when I'm comin' home
I can't leave her 'lone, she just like my backbone
I used to be on bond, trappin' 'til the pack gone
Designer gear come mismatched
Stop callin' for your bitch back
Glock right by my six-pack
I'm poppin' Percs like Tic-Tacs
Can't lie, I got my shit snatched
But I came for my shit back
Pull up like, "Let me get that"
Got somethin' for they bitch ass
Bitch I brung them knots out
Don't make us bring them Glocks out (them Glocks out)
Tryna catch the opps out
F*ck school, I dropped out (I dropped out)
Bad bitch, she jocked out
Good dick got her knocked out
She hate when I pull out
She like it in her mouth
I love the microphone
She tell me she like my songs (she like my songs)
Let her suck all on my balls
Yeah, while I write this song (I write this song)
You better not stop until I say
I know it might be long (it might be long)
I put it all across her face
Then f*ck her all night long
Pulled up, drop top, Backwood, hot box
Pickin' up my thot thot, tryna hit a hot spot
Extra clips, hot Glocks, f*ck 12, cops watch
Bitch, we got the block hot, they think we gon' stop, not
I don't talk on cellphones, bro called through a jail phone
Bitch, blow up my phone, she ask when I'm comin' home
I can't leave her 'lone, she just like my backbone
I used to be on bond, trappin' 'til the pack gone
Bro called through a jail phone
She ask when I'm comin' home
Trappin' 'til the pack gone
Trappin' 'til the pack gone
JayDaYoungan - Thot Thot Lyrics
JayDaYoungan - Thot Thot Lyrics
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(Heartbeatz on the track)
Pulled up, drop top, Backwood, hot box
Pickin' up my thot thot, tryna hit a hot spot
Extra clips, hot Glocks, f*ck 12, cops watch
Bitch, we got the block hot, they think we gon' stop, not
I don't talk on cellphones, bro called through a jail phone
Bitch, blow up my phone, she ask when I'm comin' home
I can't leave her 'lone, she just like my backbone
I used to be on bond, trappin' 'til the pack gone
Designer gear come mismatched
Stop callin' for your bitch back
Glock right by my six-pack
I'm poppin' Percs like Tic-Tacs
Can't lie, I got my shit snatched
But I came for my shit back
Pull up like, "Let me get that"
Got somethin' for they bitch ass
Bitch I brung them knots out
Don't make us bring them Glocks out (them Glocks out)
Tryna catch the opps out
F*ck school, I dropped out (I dropped out)
Bad bitch, she jocked out
Good dick got her knocked out
She hate when I pull out
She like it in her mouth
I love the microphone
She tell me she like my songs (she like my songs)
Let her suck all on my balls
Yeah, while I write this song (I write this song)
You better not stop until I say
I know it might be long (it might be long)
I put it all across her face
Then f*ck her all night long
Pulled up, drop top, Backwood, hot box
Pickin' up my thot thot, tryna hit a hot spot
Extra clips, hot Glocks, f*ck 12, cops watch
Bitch, we got the block hot, they think we gon' stop, not
I don't talk on cellphones, bro called through a jail phone
Bitch, blow up my phone, she ask when I'm comin' home
I can't leave her 'lone, she just like my backbone
I used to be on bond, trappin' 'til the pack gone
Bro called through a jail phone
She ask when I'm comin' home
Trappin' 'til the pack gone
Trappin' 'til the pack gone
Pulled up, drop top, Backwood, hot box
Pickin' up my thot thot, tryna hit a hot spot
Extra clips, hot Glocks, f*ck 12, cops watch
Bitch, we got the block hot, they think we gon' stop, not
I don't talk on cellphones, bro called through a jail phone
Bitch, blow up my phone, she ask when I'm comin' home
I can't leave her 'lone, she just like my backbone
I used to be on bond, trappin' 'til the pack gone
Designer gear come mismatched
Stop callin' for your bitch back
Glock right by my six-pack
I'm poppin' Percs like Tic-Tacs
Can't lie, I got my shit snatched
But I came for my shit back
Pull up like, "Let me get that"
Got somethin' for they bitch ass
Bitch I brung them knots out
Don't make us bring them Glocks out (them Glocks out)
Tryna catch the opps out
F*ck school, I dropped out (I dropped out)
Bad bitch, she jocked out
Good dick got her knocked out
She hate when I pull out
She like it in her mouth
I love the microphone
She tell me she like my songs (she like my songs)
Let her suck all on my balls
Yeah, while I write this song (I write this song)
You better not stop until I say
I know it might be long (it might be long)
I put it all across her face
Then f*ck her all night long
Pulled up, drop top, Backwood, hot box
Pickin' up my thot thot, tryna hit a hot spot
Extra clips, hot Glocks, f*ck 12, cops watch
Bitch, we got the block hot, they think we gon' stop, not
I don't talk on cellphones, bro called through a jail phone
Bitch, blow up my phone, she ask when I'm comin' home
I can't leave her 'lone, she just like my backbone
I used to be on bond, trappin' 'til the pack gone
Bro called through a jail phone
She ask when I'm comin' home
Trappin' 'til the pack gone
Trappin' 'til the pack gone
Writer: Javorius Scott, Otis Hinton
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.