Hotseat Songtext

Life's Gucci, two-fifty in the Louis bag
Army guns, exotic guns, I don’t know how to remove the mag

I'm like few trucks away from buyin' shoes and masks
Niggas would if they could, but they can't
That's the key, mafiana, she with me
We look better with no IG
Open a twenty and drop a three, can't face no danger if I'm sleep
I got a Patek, remind me of Dove, he was a liar, he'll fuck with me
I ain’t trippin’, shit bigger than life, bigger than Kylie, bigger than everybody
Ayy, and I'm not takin’ sorry, you can say it whenever you pray since I'm like God anyway
I be talkin' to the man upstairs 'bout shit down here, this shit ain’t right
LV kicks suck, I'm on my rock, ain't blamin' Xans, it just ain't right
You ain't with me, you against me and they better stay right on they side
Teach my lil' niggas how to be humble, but they'll still send you on that ride
Never stop and startin' shit, run it down and have 'em fixed
Top ski, too slatt, what it is? Live in the mix
For the kids, I'm takin' pics, I told 'em, "Drugs'll make you sick"
I barely got friends, I got two grips, I take pink 10s like it's a mint
What it is? Live in the mix Top ski, too slatt

Ayy, look
Ayy, ayy, I live in a hotseat, only Tris can stop me
If she catch me off Percs, I'ma do you bad
For the king, for the crown, where you shootin' at?
Life's Gucci, two-fifty in the Louis bag
Army guns, exotic guns, I don't know how to remove the mag
I'm like—
Ayy, I live in a hotseat

Hotseat, yes, sir, in the backseat, Micro Drac', it's fully blastin'
I think all my opps on track meet, see us and they run the fastest
That shit you got on ain't fashion, I paid 6K for my jacket
LUCKI just pulled up in a spaceship, pour that lean and go hit Maxville
Spend it, get it back, you don't know that feelin', niggas really children
Drop some racks for me to get my dream car, you bought extra jewelry
Niggas be actin' suspect, undercover, this shit gettin' serious
Brand new Lambo', we in the fastest one, hell nah, this ain't no Urus
Every day, I wake up and go get it like I ain't the rich one
I'm in your city right now for a show, come meet me at the Ritz then
Rubber band it, get it, rubber band it, this shit gettin' consistent
Purple Fanta, but it was just yellow, power of the Tristan

Ayy, look
Ayy, ayy, I live in a hotseat, only Tris can stop me
If she catch me off Percs, I'ma do you bad
For the king, for the crown, where you shootin' at?
Life's Gucci, two-fifty in the Louis bag
Army guns, exotic guns, I don't know how to remove the mag

I'm like—
Ayy, I live in a hotseat
I gotta live in that bitch