Jayvthahottest - Tha Hot Test (Official Audio) Lyrics

Yeah let me in this mother******
You know I'm in this mother******
Jayvthahottest
Shout out my brothers
H-Onez

Back again he attacking the beat
They like oooh he bout to rap on the beat
It ain't no actin with me
All facts ain't no capping with me
I know how to get you back on your feet
I spit this s*** for the streets
Real n**** I'm equipped with the heat
Moms and pops knew I'd be how I be
It's all a part of the D
N/A ain't no sucka in me
N***** only say the f****** with me
Cause they ain't f****** with me
Give me mine ain't nothing for free
The grams still go a hundred a piece
That's cause the raw on fleek
You Michael Jackson Billie Jean on the D
Now they coming back to f*** with me
I treat the customers sweet
I can't teach you how to shoot you just gotta learn
N***** thinking it's a game till they lose they turn
Double back four minutes later got yo noodles burnt
Over the butter I'll leave a n**** double churned
Should've seen the little n**** when he froze up
Had his pole tucked he didn't even get the nose up
Had his handout I think he said let him hold something
Drop fifty drive slow watch out for rollas
Everybody smoke weed just not Bammer n****
Everybody with the s*** so where yo hammer n****
You ain't got you one don't come here tryna hold s***
F*** around and take a loss and end up in debt
Learned from the best I got the pieces just get you some rest
No more stress take a breath got heart in my chest
We was 8 and 5 when you told me the deepest of s***
Told me one day big bro won't be here to defend
Now it's on me I'm the one that they all can depend
H-O-T Hotonez we deep in this b****
Stupid left the b**** with a bag she peeping a pimp
If she putting money in my hand I'm keeping the bitch
No secrets in here nah ain't needing a b****
But it's all on her and I'm keeping it there
It was twenty-nineteen when we brought in the year
I told here 20/20 baby my vision is clear
Yo hitters is queer they ain't been out in the field
They ain't had to sit in front the store with dro, powder and pills
They ain't had to sit over the stove wrist locking and fumes
Light headed got a n**** spinning I'm high off the fumes
Got me a line on the tools
Got me a new line on the blues
Put my game on the road got 25 for the 2
Told her it's possible baby if you a prostitute
So don't get out of pocket if I tell you I gotta recruit
Told her I gotta recoup
Pulled up with gualla and loot
Fendi and Prada Gucc
Nothing else optional
Run up on my posse then you get put in a hospital
We ain't tripping off all you dudes
We just running thru all these blues

Running thru the blues on you b**** a** n**** man
And R.I.P my little brother Ritty n****
Told you we in Gritmode n****
It's "Tha Hot Test" b**** I'm Tha Hottest
Shoutout Parkway genius
Josh I see you
This mother****** going yanks huh
On everything
N**** it's H-Onez till I die