The Hotspot - M24

Man really had to chop that long one down

Cah it hardly fits

Always got the long coat on when I got that Rambz

Cah it hardly sits

Bad one’s got arse and tits

Interview room, don’t ask me shit

He got splashed, now I’m gettin' harassed

I’m in a lot of trouble if I park the ting

Real badboy, we don’t make up

I ain’t even had time for a shape up, shape up

I’m just tryna get my cake up

Wake up, grind all back to the paper

Why they runnin' like Shelly-Ann Fraser, Fraser

Get man down, no wake up

GBG, War Lords, let the streets talk, I don’t really say much

A lot of man ain’t made for the streets

But they chat and act the part

Work, we don’t about theirs

But they definitely know about ours

Blood, sweat, tears and scars

It was me and Slap from the start, in cars

We was always on our block like that block was ours

I was really tryna burn a boy like Steff

Send a location like Dave

Hammer in a bag just bulgin' out

They don’t wanna come my way, like Fetty

Still up front, we ain’t scorin' sweaties

Spank him one, call it Ugly Betty, Betty

Make that ring, no celly

Got my D up in her belly

Swing that shit like Shellybelly

Burns my blood, that’s family ties, I done it for him already

Hold that shit, gotta grip that steady

We dance with smoke, them man ain’t ready

(Uhh-huh)

Aim up high tryna hit man’s heady

I ain’t ever tryna hit man’s leggy

Had a rusty one lookin' old like Peggy

The price on the AP’s calm, but I want that Skelly

I ain’t had no brekky

But I counted up six already

Me and bro’s like Meek and Melly, shelly

Do a man live, no telly