Frisco & BabyChiefDoit - Hot Out

Come on, RNB shitYeah, yeahIt's gettin' hot out, ooh, shitYeah, yeahIt's gettin' hot out, ooh, I ain't know when that beat drop (Yeah, yeah)It's gettin' hot out, summertime bustin', the bops out, boyfriend cheatin', she be thirsty to pop out (Damn)She throwin' it back on top of the car, now every red light, she gon' hop out (Damn)He textin' her phone, tell her get in the crib, but she don't even care what he talkin' 'boutAt the end of the night, she drunk reply to his text, tryna get him to calm downAss fat, when it clap, sound like gun soundsChase him down, make a fat **** six poundsHit his head, make a tall **** get downTrackhawk dance in the rain like Chris BrownSummertime, got the hoes throwin' bootyLike ten shots in, tryna make her a movie (Damn)Don Julio got the hoes gettin' groovyShe text, "Where you at?" And you missed it, you goofySpilled cold water on my shirt and it blew meWanna ride with the migos, bad and bougieFuck Alo and Lulu, I'll buy her some LouisWanna try on some new shit, buy her some PucciShe like me, she told it's wet like jacuzziDive in that water, tryna drown in the coochieNo lifeguard, them **** not on shitShe got a thumper, we call her Big Booty JudyIt's gettin' hot out, summertime bustin', the bops out, boyfriend cheatin', she be thirsty to pop out (Damn, damn, damn, come on, damn, yeah)She throwin' it back on top of the car, now every red light, she gon' hop out (Damn)He textin' her phone, tell her get in the crib, but she don't even care what he talkin' 'bout (Ah)At the end of the night, she drunk reply to his text, tryna get him to calm down (Slatt, slatt, gang, gang)Slatt, he wanna know why his bitch actin' different 'cause it's gettin' hotFall and the winter, she stayed in the house, when the sun came out, that bitch turned to a thot (She turned to a ho)She drinkin' until she drops, she done threw up twice and still won't stop (What the fuck?)Every time you check her story, all you hear is, "Baddie, baddie, shot o'clock"I don't trick off bitches 'cause all of 'em goin', say my ho fuckin', I'm already knowin' (What? What?)Leave five minutes from home and she tryna fuck in the car, she a lil' too horny (You a lil' too horny)Anywhere, I'm good, ****, I got rank in the hood, I ain't a regular shorty (I ain't no kid)Don't think your bitch went missin', that bitch at Big Wig, hoin' at 4 in the morningIt's gettin' hot out, summertime bustin', the bops out, boyfriend cheatin', she be thirsty to pop out (Damn, damn, damn, come on, damn, yeah)She throwin' it back on top of the car, now every red light, she gon' hop out (Damn)He textin' her phone, tell her get in the crib, but she don't even care what he talkin' 'boutAt the end of the night, she drunk reply to his text, tryna get him to calm down