Cardi B, Kanye West, Lil Durk - Hot Shit lyrics

(Tay Keith, this too hard, Tay Keith
This too hard)
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
(Tay Keith) yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Now this that hot shit
Jimmy Snuka off the top ropes, superfly shit
(Fly) might get in the tub with all
My ice on some 'Pac shit (Hot)
Either way you slice it, bottom line
I'm the top bitch
New Chanel, I rock it twice
And it ain't even out yet
All this jewelry at the grocery store
I'm obnoxious
Bought a home and closin' on another
I know I'm blessed
Everybody wanna be gang, ain't no spots lеft
Bad bitch contest, it wouldn't be a contest
(Ooh, smokin' dopе) i'm connected


I don't know what's longer, man
My blocklist or my checklist
I don't know what's colder, man
My heart or my necklace
Pretty when I wake up
I'm a bad bitch at breakfast
Still might slide on a opp (It's electric)
Hatin' didn't work so they lied
(So they lied)
These bitches lookin' hurt and they fried
(And they fried)
I know they wouldn't miss 'em if they died
Tell 'em, "Move, move"
New Chanel on my body, it's a boost
I'm so poppin'
I don't ever gotta get introduced ('Duced)
One thing I never call a bitch for is a truce
(Truce) brand new yappa
Can't wait to put that bitch to use (Use)

Oof (Oof)
Checks comin' fast, sound like swoosh
(Swoosh) ooh (O oh)
Give it to 'em straight, hundred proof
(Proof) i thought I killed you hoes before
It must be déjà vu it's either that or I'm
Catchin' body number two

This that block music, this
That drop location, drop a opp music
(Man)
This ain't for them niggas in the house
This shit for Glock users
And don't talk down on trenches hoes who
Known to be a cock user
This that pill talk, gotta bust his head
He cut on opp music
Who said you gang? (Who?)
Who said you could come around
This bitch and hang? (Who? Who?)
And I fucked your baby mama' mama
And I ain't say a thing (Shh)
They just came outside in 2020
Pull up in that '21 i pick my side
Switches fully and I'ma die for 21
(Slaughter Gang) i got plenty cars
I hit plenty stars and didn't cum
I said it plenty times, I pay for bodies
I ain't pay for none
You think I'm finna leave my bitch
For you? She fuck Future, too?
I know that Von hit her
She pulled up on my block in Jimmy Choo
(Smurk)

Oof (Oof)
Checks comin' fast, sound like swoosh
(Swoosh) ooh (O oh)
Give it to 'em straight, hundred proof
(Proof) i thought I killed you hoes before
It must be déjà vu it's either that or I'm
Catchin' body number two

Pinky swear you ain't scared when
You heard Ye appear
I'ma hop up out the bushes
Me and Pusha kill your man i'm just sayin'
Now I start to get used to the pain
'Til one day I said, "Fuck it
" brought my masseuse on the plane
Why you playin'? Reach in the gang
Lose a hand "Where you stand? Where was Jay
At? Where was them
At? Where you done that? Where you live at?"
Another headline, "Where your hat at?"
"Nigga, go home, where your kids at?"
They be on my nerve, they be on my nerve
Mm-mm
When we lost Virg', I was on the verge, mm-mm
I just hit the Louis store, I had to splurge
Mm-mm
We just made a silent movie with no words, mm
Guess who toppin' now? Uh, God got me now, uh
Guess who at Balenciaga? Guess
Who shoppin' now? Uh
They can't stop me now, uh
I been poppin' out, uh
Cardi, where your sister at?
I need Henny now, mm-mm
I flew in and out, hundred-fifty-thou', mm-mm
Now, even when they shout, gotta shout me out
So ahead, go ahead, mm-mm
Not even close, all of y'all is number two

Oof (Oof)
Checks comin' fast, sound like swoosh
(Swoosh) ooh (O oh)
Give it to 'em straight, hundred proof
(Proof) i thought I killed you hoes before
It must be déjà vu it's either that or I'm
Catchin' body number two