Hot Rod Hatin' On The Kid Freestyle Lyrics

[Young Hot Rod:]
Ha ha ha, whoo

Put ya hands up
Nigga put ya hands up
The industry is in trouble and i'm the answer

Put ya hands up
Nigga put ya hands up
The industry is in trouble and i'm the answer

Put ya hands up
Nigga put ya hands up
The industry is in trouble and i'm the answer

[Verse: Young Hot Rod]
Man they hatin' on the kid
Fif set a pick
I go around shoot, swish
We the shit
Collar stay flipped
The black chrome on the kicks
Saw ya chain in the back of the sauce you ain't slick
Chicks love a pimp
Bitches they love a simp
Me I get the chicks
And you, you get the bitch
See me I lean on 'em
I don't drop gees on 'em
But some bump & grind just so they can pee on 'em
God damn I'm so hot I'm so sure
They take way more
Out of my check then they put on yours
Damn, you bunny niggas just hop back You put your little album out nobody 'gon cop that
The game we lock that
Stop bitin' the hand that got that
Food in it
You losin' abusin the Unit
You gettin' woozy hearin the bars that I'm usin'
The flows layed back on the track I'm cruisin'
Bitch hop in the Coozy (shit)
Actin' all Boojee
I'm a rich nigga yay you'll f*ck me if your choosy
I'm pop-u-lar
I stay hot for ya
I spit crack and let Whoo Kid chop it up (ha ha ha)
And it was no accident
That yo bitch went down south on me for so long she came up with an accent
(damn)
And words don't speak as loud as actions
Protection I got two types of Mags in the mattress
I'm in the zone you play it man to man
So what I'm tryin to say is ya'll some faggots
And then I hop up in the Rolls, you hop up in the van
Cause yo verse ain't even as hot as my ad-libs nigga