Hottest Riddim - MuzikPrado

Shout out Mika, my bro Brr, mm Uh All them cold nights sitting in the trap Stacking for the spinner with the flikky on my lap Had to whip it with the mag to turn the whips to Digi Dash Got me flying OT and rags, just so I can flip a pack Young niggas living fast Gassed 'cah they did the dash White when I flick my ash Do a mazzaleen to bring my nigga back All them cold nights in the trap Why you think I'm in a mask? I've been to hell and back Seen hella cats, pushed hella crack Jack me? never that, I bet I'd make the semi slap, boom But if I jacked you darg then you won't get it back Need big whips now Teddy where the hemmies at Run up in spots like show me where the reddies at I'm going Trevor mad, black suit, Men in Black, I need a half a mil stat Looking like I push crack, like, Mike I'm a dad Five years from now, trap's loose, remember that Middle of December goin' mad, tryna fill a bag Remember being stuck on tag, remember doing push-ups in a dutty pad Always been money, mad, I've been jail two times for the love of bands I see them niggas getting gassed off a couple grand I've got some other plans, stack it up in rubber bands I do the milly rock on any block, nigga and the money dance So shout out my hitters in Spain and my killers in France I got drillers in the yard and I got hitters in the dam Know we tapped in with hitters when we land Only lions and gorillas in the gang, I got a milly in the plan But for now I'm putting Whitney in the pan Been a minute since I visited the fam But I'm really getting busy with the vision and the plan For all them long days in my cell, can't you see I've been to hell Must have been the karma for the things I sell Mee-Mee-Mee-Meekz Manny bet the name rings a bell, flippin' hell Free my niggas off the prison shell They're either trapping or robbing, but I just wish them well I seen them olders throw their dreams down the wishing well If you're hitting fiends on my block, then don't miss a sale Lost a couple homies, made me wanna hit the rails When Deezy died the block lost it So when them blockers lost Migs I could relate it's real shit Gotta make it out quick, show 'em how we live I need labels and cribs that's why I'm saving up quids It's got me blazing up spliffs with no cig' Could live fast and you can go quick Probably got to lose your homie just to notice, crazy how the time goes quick And when I'm on my grind I make the line go sick The amount of times I made a white, oh flip Had me out in Brinsford for my white, oh shit Pull up on your bitch and make her bag the whole brick Like, when I'm OT darg, I gotta stay focused Couple kitties ran off with some pennies, so we don't tick End up burning gaffs down, leaving them homeless Cah I'm round fiends with no teeth and bare smokers, semi-autos and revolvers Never show fear but show respect to my olders Can't stop, won't stop Grinding 'til the phone's off Tryna break a whole box Can't rest, won't rest Grinding 'til the phone's dead Tryna break a whole keg Came a long way from Heath court and all that Real niggas take that shit to the grave with 'em, can't steal my shine like Fabian

I just landed in Miami, swear they'll never understand me Hunnid on the free way and I'm gunnin' for the Grammy Sexy mama got a whip, hella sandy She wanna take the city, I said "Baby why can't we?" Bad boys, you don't really got a choice (Got a choice) I'm the hottest, you can hear it in voice (In my, in my) Hot fire, got the city goin' up (Shit is hot) You can't roll around unless you one of us Tell 'em bad boys, you don't really got a choice (Got a choice) I ain't modest, you can hear it in voice (Listen up) Hot fire, got the city goin' up (Hot) You can't roll around unless you one of us (Woo) Time after time (Yeah, yeah), I feel your love Roll the windows up (Yeah, yeah) We don't give no fucks (Yeah, yeah) Time after time, my pockets still stuffed (Stuffed) Quarter milli' in the truck (Facts) And the stick is still tucked (Tucked) And the spot is by the beach Pull up in that eco friendly and I don't wanna preach Got the twins with me, had to give 'em 50 each Homie told me if I pull up, that I might end up deceased Let me think, that shit was a reach (Facts) I'm done with the talkin', I just gotta let 'em see (Oh) I'ma pull up on your ass, with the bands on me (Bands) When I'm sailing through the water, load the cannons on me I gotta walk with a lean but no Fanta on me You know the feds always watch, got they cameras on me, huh-huh Flooded with diamonds, man, you know you can't compete We ain't stoppin' on no beat 'Til we hottest in the streets better know Time after time (Oh-oh), I feel your love (I feel your love) Roll the windows up (Roll the windows up) We don't give no fucks (We don't give no fucks) Time after time (Time) My pockets still stuffed (My pockets still stuffed) Quarter milli' in the truck (Quarter milli' in the truck) And the stick is still tucked Bad boys, you don't really got a choice (Got a choice) I'm the hottest, you can hear it in voice (In my, in my) Hot fire, got the city goin' up (Shit is hot) You can't roll around unless you one of us, tell 'em Told the label double my advance (My advance) Lot of different colors bands in these pants (In these pants) Hit Japan, hit Shibuya with the feds (We know you the feds) And them other bitches Stanley Kubrick with the lens, nigga Shit is hot, you can't do that shit again (Shit again) Callin' jury duty but I know that I'm in France She said, "You ain't call", I said, "I never got the chance" "I've been runnin' through your city with a crystal in my hand, girl" Time after time (Oh-oh), I feel your love (I feel your love) Roll the windows up (Roll the windows up) We don't give no fucks (We don't give no fucks) Time after time (Time) My pockets still stuffed (My pockets still stuffed) Quarter milli' in the truck (Quarter milli' in the truck) And the stick is still tucked Bad boys, you don't really got a choice (Got a choice) I'm the hottest, you can hear it in voice (In my, in my) Hot fire, got the city goin' up (Shit is hot) You can't roll around unless you one of us Tell 'em bad boys, you don't really got a choice (Got a choice) I ain't modest, you can hear it in voice (Listen up) Hot fire, got the city goin' up (Hot) You can't roll around unless you one of us (Woo)

How did you get here? I'm drunk and confused (hmm) I tried to be patient with you, yeah High up, you're falling back down Look See See, I've been chilling reminiscing Bitch, put down the phone, can you listen? Yeah, the pain through the bars that I've written I try do good in the life I was given That's me and bro in the ding-dong whizzing I thank God every day 'cause I'm living Try move shady, safe good riddance They say I've got good bars, say I've got good rhythms Now I'm in the stew with a Q of the blue And it's like four hours remaining Survival of the fit, like training it's mad I just wanna tell mumsy I've made it Bro said he got import Cali Say less that's foreign exchange no trading, mad Shed tears when the gaff got raided They say I'm gonna blow, but I've got no patience Talking out loud talk draining Remember them days when we was Xbox gaming? My own guys snaked me, it's mad Fuck that shit man, I ain't gonna name him Watch out for your people, they might be a paigons Try new road because they need more ratings Fuck all the long talk, no time-wasting She wants a sweet boy, bitch I'm basic, LOL Some girls say I'm a sweet talker But the rest of them say I'm stush Brown skin mum with a booty She wanna get wifed but there ain't no rush She said she want read mans Snapchats Fuck a girlfriend if there ain't no trust Cute one from T and Tobago, she's like Luko My Caribbean crush My Caribbean darling Bro said he wants revs or styling Tryna get both so I ain't left starving Bad temptations all around me I feel like Adam and Eve in the garden I'm outta this league by a margin They say I've gone clear are either man started If that's bro I shouldn't ask for a promo Roll with his show love no homo, yo I ride for my fam, not a postcode Your shit got took, your boy loves to showboat Man, I've been down and broke Mind up, now mans up like yoyo Spittin' bars on the ting up polo I swear I'ma blow when I drop all my solos, mm-mm How did you get here? I'm drunk and confused I tried to be patient with you, yeah High up, you're falling back down (hmm) Look Man, I've been dead broke, and I've been top-boy too Looking at me now, you wouldn't even Begin to think mad tings that mans been through, but hold up Got guys that will have a red dot on your head like one Hindu Straight too mad, you don't have it in you TC when I say, "You're the one I'm into" into, into, into, into Bro bro's reckless leave his ting in you Ting tryna beat, but your minging boo No cap in my bars when I'm bringing truth, and it's mad Told mumsy I'd be a doctor, nah burn green in the singing booth J said B are you bringing booze Said I'm coming with the ting it's rinsing to Oh, shit, man just switched the bitch When we pull up get out, no hypnotist True saying when we feed them plants And watch them grow like photosynthesis I've been bolo since a kid So I ain't scared to attack like I'm in the mid Can't believe that I lost mumsy Was deep in the end with my gaff when it hit the kid But it's Comfy, I know they can't do it like me Humble and preserve tracksuit, Nike I was in the pitch doing up high knees Unlikely, hmm Can't do it like me (can't do it like me, hmm)