jared graf – hot 16’s lyrics
[verse 1: jared graf]
yeaaah it’s me and scottie b-tch and we f-cking up a comma
got five grams of marijuana and the syrup, aunt jemima
and i’m kinda, more like tryna dominate the boards, desiigner
cause all i hear is panda panda panda, f-ck i’m sick and tired
i ain’t hating yo i’m being real, privacy i signed the deal
saw my name on itunes i’m like f-ck this sh-t is so surreal
if the cl-t is hot then i’ma split like a banana peel
you got 4 chains but not a crib- now tell me how does that feel
ha ha, biiiitch, now what’s that mean? i been spitting since 14
dropped tgih in 15
now i’m spitting hot 16’s in 2017
i was 18 now i’m getting paid g, so my motto’s f-ck you pay me
told me you the plug but when i hit you, you responded “maybe”
blow me, dapped me up one time and you think you my homie
nah you phony, and you grimy- i’ll start calling you bologna
when i die, i’ll die like 2pac and come back when they clone me
[bridge: jared graf]
come back when they clone me, come back when they, back when they, back when they clone me
if moneys talking then show me, talking then show me, i’m balling- gin0bili
[verse 2: yung $cottie]
f-ck it we out, i’m switching lanes
got different strains, ice in my veins
30 from deep, 10 from the key
i got that smoke and you know it’s for free
i’m hitting shots like i play for the blue
that’s unc, you should come see
i’m flipping work till i get to the top
we riding dirty cause we like the the guap
hundreds and hundreds of thousands, p-ss it off to my accountant
he stack it up like a mountain, i hit the plug for a package
she wanna stay she got baggage, told her to leave i’m a savage
i just be rollin up cabbage, we k!lling beats like a habit
we f-ck it up cause you know we on top
i hit the bank then it’s straight to the shop
i feed the streets man it’s all that i got
i’m throwing hundreds up into the air
my sh-t is icy but no need to stare
we run the game and it ain’t even fair
i’ll spark the joint on the plane if it’s mine
i’ll bring that sh-t back to life like it’s vine
this b-tch is cl-ssy, man she brought the wine
i told her “put it right under your tongue”
she said she feel it, but i gave her gum
she think she rolling, but she just want some
she think she’ll stay and the uber will come
i ain’t got time if it ain’t bout the cash
balling from deep, like it’s on the tap
i don’t know you, don’t give me that dap
jared and scott on the map it’s a wrap
i got my boys and they down for a scr-p
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