CupcakKe - Hot Nigga (Freestyle) Lyrics






Hot nigga, hot nigga them bullets gone be hot nigga
Get in my way I'm a clap any bitch that I see and then bodies gone drop nigga
Fuck with my bread I'm slicing yo head
All of my money it don't come legit
Cause I'm slaying these niggas that think they hot niggas
And dress him up into a fucking hot bitch
5-4-3-2-1 nigga you bout to see this gun
Blast at yo mouth make yo ass shout
You up in the house? Then that's my new route
Pumpkin face bitches its not Halloween
But I beat that ass then drag you out
I knock on the door with a rifle
No cookies fooling you like a Girl Scout
It feel like it's the last day if I'm talking then it's about pay
I got niggas who thirsty to kill any nigga and won't give a fuck what you say
Call up yo mama and daddy let em know that I'm real petty
I got a shovel with me I ain't talking snow
I'm finna bury something real heavy
Might Ike a bitch like I'm Turner
Now that's a real fucking turn up
If you see a bitch with some pale skin
You better notice me I just burnt her (I did)
Free feature, no boy if I'm yo track it's destroyed
Cause my metaphors make em spin me more
I'm finna fuck em up like a fucking whore
Let's get it

(I got one mo fucking verse and I'm just finna go crazy)

Yo, bandanna on with the bulletproof vest
Jump out your body its a rifle to your chest
Moneygram me with my fucking check
Call 911 bitch I'm finna be a threat
Purse and a wallet bitch I got my salad
One man army when you see me it's demolished
Known to throw hands so I'm fucking up my polish
Don't fuck with me is the motherfucking topic
Extendos no rentals I'm in it for cents so my niggas we mental we crazy
We heavy, we deep, we stay up in the streets got yo hands up to your chest like you shaving
Need the mula till July you niggas ain't shootas so hand that up boy we gone take it
Alter ego got aim meaning I'm just so angry
When that chopper go off I replace it
Make a young nigga nervous
Can't call me out like no service
Give you grittin on purpose I'm so so determined that bitch should not be fucking with me
Take yo head off with a butcher knife
And then show these bitches they not fucking with me
Chop his dick off put in a pot
Cook it hot so now that nigga can't fuck on me





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  1. K.... R....

    Hot nigga, hot nigga them bullets gone be hot nigga
    Get in my way I'm a clap any bitch that I see and then bodies gone drop nigga
    Fuck with my bread I'm slicing yo head
    All of my money it don't come legit
    Cause I'm staining these niggas that think they hot niggas
    And dress him up into a fucking hot bitch
    5-4-3-2-1 nigga you bout to see this gun
    Blast at yo mouth make yo ass shout
    You up in the house? Then that's my new route
    Pumpkin face bitches this not Halloween
    Finna beat that ass then drag you out
    I knock on the door with a rifle
    No cookies fooling you like a Girl Scout
    Living like it's the last day if I'm talking then it's about pay
    I got niggas who thirsty to kill any nigga and won't give a fuck what you say
    Call up yo mama and daddy let em know that I'm real petty
    I got a shovel with me I ain't talking snow
    I'm finna bury something real heavy
    Might Ike a bitch like I'm Turner
    Now that's a real fucking turn up
    If you see a bitch with some pale skin
    You better notice me I just burnt her (I did)
    Free feature , no boy if I'm yo track it's destroyed
    Cause my metaphors make em spin me more
    I'm finna fuck em up like a fucking whore
    Let's get it

    (I got one mo fucking verse and I'm just finna go crazy)

    [Verse 2]
    Yo , bandanna on with the bulletproof vest
    Jump out your body its a rifle to your chest
    Moneygram me with my fucking check
    Call 911 bitch I'm finna be a threat
    Purse and a wallet bitch I got my salad
    One man army when you see me it's demolished
    Known to throw hands so I'm fucking up my polish
    Don't fuck with me is the motherfucking topic
    Extendos no rentals I'm in it for cents so my niggas we mental we crazy
    We heavy, we deep, we stay up in the streets got yo hands up to your chest like you shaving
    Need the mula till July you niggas ain't shootas so hand that up boy we gone take it
    Alter ego got aim meaning I'm just so angry
    When that chopper go off I replace it
    Make a young nigga nervous
    Can't call me out like no service
    Give you grittin on purpose I'm so so determined that bitch should not be fucking with me
    Take yo head off with a butcher knife
    And then show these bitches they not fucking with me
    Chop his dick off put in a pot
    Cook it hot so now that nigga can't fuck on me

  2. S.... S....

    a fucking legend