歌词
作词 : Nehemiah Harden/Javarri Walker
作曲 : Nehemiah Harden/Michael Nguyen
[Intro: Hotboii]
That Glock, yeah, I keep it close, ayy
That Glock, yeah, I keep it close, Kut Da Fan On
(EY3ZLOW on the beat)
[Chorus: Hotboii]
That Glock, yeah, I keep it close, it never be out of my reach
No, I don't be loving these hoes, these niggas be lying to me
She do what I tell her to do, that bitch there'll die for me
How I give a nigga a shot, he think that he got a disease
I had to exotic my weed, now I just be higher than trees
These rap niggas copying me and they don't even follow the G
How you wanna go to the top? You wеren't at the bottom with me
I spot 'еm, I got 'em, I drop 'em and roll that boy right in the leaf
[Verse 1: SpotEmGottem]
Hold up (Hold up)
F&N 'em, little nigga, roll up (Roll up)
Stop the car and let me out, these nigga bitch soldiers (bitch soldiers)
Foenem went down without a doubt (A doubt)
Let's see what he be 'bout (See what he be 'bout)
.223s knock him out (He gone)
I put him in a crown, ha-ha
Grah, you know I keep it close, ha-ha (Oh)
She wanna ride the rodeo
Come with me, let's take a stroll
Hit tour vans, I think he gone
I came from burglarising houses, now just look at the shit we on
She don't need no stylist (Stylist), that lil' bitch fine
**** her down so good (Oh, oh), she walking bow-legged (She walking bow-legged)
Animosity ('Mosity), wonder who next? (I wonder who next?)
Put him on a tee (On a tee), **** him, that nigga dead, ha-ha (**** him, that nigga dead, adios)
[Chorus: Hotboii & SpotEmGottem]
That Glock, yeah, I keep it close, it never be out of my reach (Out of my reach)
No, I don't be loving these hoes, these niggas be lying to me (Lying to me)
She do what I tell her to do, that bitch there'll die for me (For me)
How I give a nigga a shot, he think that he got a disease (Got a disease)
I had to exotic my weed, now I just be higher than trees (Be higher than trees)
These rap niggas copying me and they don't even follow the G (Follow the G)
How you wanna go to the top? You weren't at the bottom with me (Me, yeah)
I spot 'em, I got 'em, I drop 'em and roll that boy right in the leaf (Leaf, yeah)
[Verse 2: Hotboii]
Everybody 'round me a gunman (Gunman)
So if it go down, where you running to? (Running to)
Hot being real, do you love me? (Do you love me?)
I just love money, I don't love you, boo (I love you)
But who gon' suck the dick 'til I'm cumming? You (cumming? You)
Riding 'round with sticks, we drumming, ooh (We drumming, ooh)
Nigga go against me, nigga love to lose (Love to lose)
Nigga pull up on me, nigga love to lose (Love to lose)
Riding with Dracs and it's not a façade, when you on the streets, that's just how it go (That's just how it go)
If I go out there and catch me a body, I swear nobody'll never know
A nigga's soul will get snatched, whatever we on
These niggas be biting my flows (Yeah, yeah)
Probably hate me by the whole, but I don't care (Nah)
Bankroll getting bigger over time, I don't even notice it (Like, what the ****?)
What's his name? That boy write down my rhymes, I put him on a drill (Gon' have him drilled)
AR's, we got four of them (Four of them)
Gon' spin right back, we know it's them (We know it's them)
Won't put no bop bitch on a flight, and once I do, it's, 'Call a Lyft' (Yeah, uh)
[Chorus: Hotboii]
That Glock, yeah, I keep it close, it never be out of my reach (Never be out of my reach)
No, I don't be loving these hoes, these niggas be lyin' to me (These niggas be lyin' to me)
She do what I tell her to do, that bitch there'll die for me (***** there'll die for m
How I give a nigga a shot, he think that he got a disease (Woah)
I had to exotic my weed, now I just be higher than trees (Woah)
These rap niggas copying me and they don't even follow the G (Woah)
How you wanna go to the top? You weren't at the bottom with me (Bottom with me)
I spot 'em, I got 'em, I drop 'em and roll that boy right in the leaf (Ayy, come here)
[Outro: Hotboii]
Kut Da Fan On (Woah)
Double O Baby shit, Kut Da Fan On (Woah, woah)
Gotta spot 'em in this shit, Kut Da Fan On (Woah)
And I got 'em in this shit, Kut Da Fan On, ayy (Woah)