Hot Shots Video (MV)

I'ma hot shot if ya ask me, I think I'm the shit and you couldn't tell me otherwise nigga
Ridin solo in the whip, push the pedal catch me up
I couldn't trust em, head on the swivel, they probably set me up
And when I'm in the mood, I got a dime or 2 to get me up
And I just want the loot, you gotta send it thru to hit me up
Hit me up, lil nigga, hit me up
Bible and a cocked glock, you ever try to stick me up
I'm ridin wit the top drop and got the za to lift me up
And when I'm wit my hot shots, we got the guap on all of us
All of us and that shit a never leave
I get to rippin shit, some different shit that they couldn't believe
Ain't into trickin shit but gotta say I got some up my sleeve
I pull a rabit out a hat, I do whatever for the cheese, for the cheese
For the cheese, we been gettin to it fast
Them niggas tried to f*ck me over, told em kiss me in the ass
I move my head just like a ghetto broad to miss me wit the cap
The whip is going really fast and the trunk go in the back
I been thinkin back on how I ran shit up just like a track
I'm on the road to riches, told you bitches that I got the map
Can't f*ck with hoes and bitches, I just need a real one on my lap
She a snack and yeah I beat it up, I bet I won the match
I get to heatin up, my niggas start to T'n up
We taking shit personal cuz they didn't believe in us
Some niggas be hatin cuz they wish that they could be wit us
They see we be eatin and dem bands is what they feedin us
Ridin solo in the whip, push the pedal catch me up
I couldn't trust em, head on the swivel, they try to set me up
And when I'm in the mood, I got a dime or 2 to get me up
And I just want the loot, you gotta send it thru to hit me up
Hit me up, lil nigga, hit me up
Bible and a cocked glock, you ever try to stick me up
I'm ridin wit the top drop and got the za to lift me up
And when I'm wit my hot shots, we got the guap on all of us
Somethin special, thought you knew that you was dealin wit a star
I'm da one, smoke da one, that be the shit that I can bar
I started savin up dem racks and now they stack like a kabob
I got this shit here on my own and I ain't never had to rob
I had to level up a bit, I wasn't f*ckin wit my job
I had to ghost the lil broad, I heard she f*ckin with the opp
I had to go a lil harder, make my way up to the top
And trust that I trust in the Lord, I send my prayers up to God
Ridin solo in the whip, push the pedal catch me up
I couldn't trust em, head on the swivel, they probably set me up
And when I'm in the mood, I got a dime or 2 to get me up
And I just want the loot, you gotta send it thru to hit me up
Hit me up, lil nigga, hit me up
Bible and a cocked glock, you ever try to stick me up
I'm ridin wit the top drop and got the za to lift me up
And when I'm wit my hot shots, we got the guap on all of us