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hot - nmg yung lyrics

hook
it’s kinda hot right now
12 riding p-ss the spot right now
it’s kinda hot right now
it’s kinda hot right now
the feds listening to my calls right now
it’s kinda hot right now
it’s kinda hot right now
the streets f–ked up
it’s hot right now kind of hot right now
it’s kind of hot right now
it’s kind of hot right now

verse 1(nmg yung)
we went from non to some
from rags to riches
now that we getting to the money
we gotta dodge these pigs
feeling like money bag
cause they tryna make me go federal
tryna tap my line
like i can’t m–thf–kin hear it
i know some n–gas who turned state
cause they couldn’t do the time
i know some n–gas who ain’t real
they just rapping and rhyming
(mollyboi)
i know some b–ches that’s knocking
dese n–gas off for insurance money
some n–gas who acting like
they real but they know they phony
these n–gas ain’t bout what i’m bout
when it comes down to the money
umma get em gone and get em out
aye i been hustling hard up in the drought
and i ain’t never had sh–
so n–ga shut your f–kin mouth
you don’t know what i done been thru
you don’t know where i done came from
and you don’t know where all dis pain from
a pay attention n–gas and listen up
i got my aim c-cked and loaded
and ready any n–ga that want it homie

hook:
it’s kinda hot right now
12 riding p-ss the spot right now
it’s kinda hot right now
it’s kinda hot right now
the feds listening to my calls right now
it’s kinda hot right now
it’s kinda hot right now
the streets f–ked up
it’s hot right now kind of hot right now
it’s kind of hot right now
it’s kind of hot right now

verse 2(mollyboi)
um from montgomery alabama boy we hot right now
this mollyboi b–ch i can get that a– drop right now
my brother doing a bid in the pen for robbing and jacking
tried to tell my lil n–ga just go and get him a package
i can’t wait til the law free trap baby
i can’t wait til the law h–s toola we blood brothers
run up young n–ga you don’t really wanna meet this ruger
like russian roulette i shoot ya
i know some old heads who been shooters
and i got some out of town shooters my n–gas
packing big rugers yeaa
(nmg yung)
off the top you should know
that this sh– don’t stop
gotta apply a lil pressure and put this sh– on lock
dese n–gas acting like b–ches
i put them straight in they place
and when i’m lurking my n–ga
i ain’t go mo–hf–kin play
in the trenches i’m posted
f–k the cops i’m reloaded
i moved around like a ghost
most people thought i was dead
tryna dodge these cases and stay away from the feds
but look these ni–as is snitching
they so caught up in the system foreal

verse 3(nmg yung)
hold it down like a soulja
b–ch n–gas know i’m reloaded
it’s noddagod m–hf–ker
i’m going hard on you suckers
and i’m so f–k n–ga free
i rack it up in the trenches
i started off playing point i never rode on the bench
i stay the f–k out the way because dese n–gas a switch
that n–ga say he ya homie but man that n–ga a b–ch
and when it come down to it n-body got you like self
you know i gotta survive i’m the last real n–ga left
so if i got it we straight came early never late
but still dese n–gas is fake mow the gr-ss
watch out for snakes
kept it real wit a lot of n–gas
i treated like family
never thought i’ll see the day that my n–gas
a handle me
all he wanted was a ride my brother
almost took his side but i’m the one who took that charge
and i’m the one who did that time
so if you know like i know
you better keep it on ya
and stay away from dese n–gas
that you calling ya homies foreal

verse 3(double d)
i ain’t money but i’m all about a bag
and if s n–ga try two eleven he can get s tag
the haters is real and the love fake
gotta pick and choose no peekaboo
i done seen the sh– ain’t no loyalty or no love
gotta keep a iron at all times or f–k around
and get flat lined..what that tell ya the streets so f–ked up
i make plays like manny reason why
y’all n–gas can’t stand me
my block hot call the fireman
12 hit the spot but ain’t find non..
i mean you got n–gas that throw more salt then rice at a wedding
man…
(nmg yung)
hustle if honor n–ga real til the death
haters just want let me be tryna stress me
12 lurking tryna catch me
4-5 tucked gives no f-ck young n–ga
f–k where you from you gets no love f–k n–ga
b–ch n–ga claim he for the streets but you a snitch n–ga
now where the f–k they do that at ol b–ch n–ga

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- nmg yung lyrics

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