H.O.T.W by Kodi [Rapper] Lyrics

[Produced by Jayman & K.O.G]

[Chorus]
Hop out the whip
Hop out the whip
Hop out the whip (Skrr)
You ain't got no style
You looking like a bitch

Hop out the whip
Hop out the whip
Hop out the whip (Skrr)
Homie got that strap
You know we got the click

(x2)

[Verse 1]
It’s been a struggle since day one
All these mothafuckas trynna claim some
Stole my rhymes and got your income
Talentless bitch I guess you need them
I don't got the time
Too busy with my rhymes
Homie you a phony
Little bitch you a slime

Looking like roy lee rocky
Tone it down your way too cocky
Think you got the talky talky
Think you got the walkie walkie

Please
You ain't shit
Better get off my dick
Better stay away or imma spray all these bullets in your face
Like a mothafucking lunatic

Homie if you want some come and get some
Skinny ass bitch you ain’t got nothing to flex on
If you don't want beef you better get gone
Need some real glasses to even look at my spectrum

Imma take off like an airplane
Pop up like champagne
Get you fried up like chow mein
While I blow out your left brain
[Chorus]
Hop out the whip
Hop out the whip
Hop out the whip
You ain't got no style
You looking like a bitch

Hop out the whip
Hop out the whip
Hop out the whip
Homie got that strap
You know we got the click

(x2)

[Verse 2]
Burnin' all dat good green
Ain't sipping on no codeine
Gotta act up gotta stay clean
But I'm living in a smokescreen

You follow me around why you stalking
Caught me once with 2 grams in my pocket
Undercover cops behind me while im walking
Trynna make me snitch but you know I ain't talking
Fuck the police coming straight from T-Town
Trynna get my shit looking out for the rebound
Call me a lowlife cause I'm smoking dat real brown
Bitch get off my dick and go sort some real crime

Now I’m trynna get it simply dreaming of the credit
Talking cash man fuck the debit
Why you looking so pathetic, think we need a paramedic
Shooting shots now I’m unleaded
This is the moment that you dreaded
Rip you up until you shredded

You trynna discredit, me?
Just because im a whitey?
You think I can't rap like a proper MC?
I promise, it’s a fucking guarantee

I think it's time to show'em that I'm really gonna blow’em, analysing like I'm Snowden and I write it while I'm flowing
Cause my rhymes are slowly growing all these lines I'm fucking sewing while my head is overflowing you go crashing like a Boeing

I ain't saying I'm the greatest I'm just being very blatant
Bitch I'm headed for the greatness bitch I'm going to be famous listen up cause I have stated that I ain't a fucking racist fucking looking at my playlist and that shit is done debated

[Chorus]
Hop out the whip
Hop out the whip
Hop out the whip
You ain't got no style
You looking like a bitch

Hop out the whip
Hop out the whip
Hop out the whip
Homie got that strap
You know we got the click

(x2)