Blacc Zacc Who Shot Ya
[Intro]
Chophouze on the track
Nigga, I'm hot, yeah
IMixNation for real
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Hot, hot, nigga, I'm hot, yeah
Hot like a pot, yeah
Trap out the spot, yeah
Play, you get popped, yeah
Nigga, who shot ya? Uh
Straight to the doctor, uh
Give him somethin' proper, uh
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Nigga, I'm hot, yeah
Hot like a pot, yeah
Trap out the spot, yeah
Play, you get popped, yeah
Nigga, who shot ya? Uh
Go straight to the doctor, uh
He need some oxygen
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Go call the cops, yeah
Somebody got shot, yeah
He played and got popped, yeah
This a real Glock, shoot at the opps, this ain't no prop, yeah, yeah
Trap out the spot, I got them blocks, I sell a lot, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Look at my wrist, yeah
But don't look too long, this ain't no lick, you can get hit, yeah, yeah
I smoke the strong, you cannot match, you cannot hit, yeah, yeah
My money long, I send a hit, they will not miss, yeah, yeah
Get a lil' bonus for a headshot
I f..ck that bitch 'til her legs lock
She give me head like a dreadlock
Now her baby daddy hatin', he gon' get shot
I heard that boy need a med' doc'
You know you sweet like a blow-pop
I'll be up the Crip on a whole lot
Got so many acres, might start my own crop
I get that bag and I'm running it up
I get them racks and I'm f..ckin' it up
I smoke so much 'til a nigga feel stuck
We f..ck all the time but I don't go with her, yeah
You feel in love with a thot
I fell in love with the pot
I'm a Big Tymer, look at my watch
400 Degreez, I'm hot
[Chorus]
Hot, hot, hot, nigga, I'm hot, yeah
Hot like a pot, yeah
Trap out the spot, yeah
Play, you get popped, yeah
Nigga, who shot ya? Uh
Straight to the doctor, uh
Give him somethin' proper, uh
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Nigga, I'm hot, yeah
Hot like a pot, yeah
Trap out the spot, yeah
Play, you get popped, yeah
Nigga, who shot ya? Uh
Go straight to the doctor, uh
He need some oxygen
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Reach for my watch, yeah
I set it off, yeah
Like Vivica Fox, yeah
He need a doc', he done got shot, he wanted to shop, yeah, yeah
Now his body rot, his mama cryin', they want it to stop, yeah, yeah
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
But I keep a shooter, yeah
Like how he manuever, he don't like Dracs, he want a Ruger, yeah, yeah
You rap about guns and talk about killings but who is you fooling? Yeah, yeah
That Glock got a drum and when it get hot, the TEC got a coolant, yeah, yeah
That chopper find you like you Nemo
Bitch I'm so dope like a kilo
I pray I don't get me a R.I.C.O
Might rob you for bricks like I'm Alpo
Used to drop off the box at the front door
If the coast clear, pick it up, then go
He act like he hard but we all know
These niggas like cancer, they don't really want smoke, bitch
