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odd children - hot topic lyrics

[chorus: internetod]
yeah, we’re driving in a benz in the tropics
storing all the cash in the vault, yeah i lock it
superman, kryptonite, threats to k!ll me, i say “stop it”
if i was gonna die, i’d k!ll myself, hot topic
when i hear your bars, i get super nauseous
like i cashed a cheque, gambled on the profits, yeah i lost it
then i made it back, dropped summer fun, net profits
bought a jet with it, fly the plane, in the c+ckpit

[verse 1: internetod]
shotgun in the back, take it out and i c+ck it (ouch)
if you throw a punch, might have to block it (block)
got you lookin up to me, yeah you’re rocking (uh)
got bloggers on my doorstеp, yeah they’re knocking (woah)
woah, woah, woah, odd childrеn up next (woah woah)
if you want a feature, save a grand, then shoot a text (yeah)
all your clothes are cheap, my closet’s full of gucci vests (uh)
they pull up on me, 5.56 to the chest
bad news, i’m bulletproof like a cop
mark my words, soon we will be on top (yeah)
like i’m in a vault, turn the lock
then catch my flight, in 6 hours, i’ll be in a drop top
making all these bands, yeah, like it’s cheese (cheese)
driving in the benz, 1cey’s in a lamborghini (right behind me)
if you’re a fan, we appreciate you dearly (thanks)
if you’re not a fan, we’ll knock your t++th out, that’s unlucky (uh)
[chorus: internetod]
yeah, we’re driving in a benz in the tropics
storing all the cash in the vault, yeah i lock it
superman, kryptonite, threats to k!ll me, i say “stop it”
if i was gonna die, i’d k!ll myself, hot topic
when i hear your bars, i get super nauseous
like i cashed a cheque, gambled on the profits, yeah i lost it
then i made it back, dropped summer fun, net profits
bought a jet with it, fly the plane, in the c+ckpit

[verse 2: 1cey]
swerving in a lamborghini down in the tropics
if you’re not talking money i’m switching up the topic
pull up with the glock and we put him in a coffin
making history, remembered like a login
take a look at my neck, cold like a slurpee (freezing)
if you’re making money you won’t get it from me (cause i’m broke)
odd children coming up even the blind can see
want a feature? pay us first, then we’ll speak (pay up)
produce a beat then k!ll it that’s what we do (yeah)
dropped encore recently we’re fairly new (hi)
shoot ‘em down with the glock, they don’t have a clue
coming up next, we’ll be on top soon
stacking all these bands to the top, let’s go
spitting crazy bars i’m on x games mode
odd children world tour, all tickets sold
taking flights around the world, they’re kinda long though
[chorus: internetod]
yeah, we’re driving in a benz in the tropics
storing all the cash in the vault, yeah i lock it
superman, kryptonite, threats to k!ll me, i say “stop it”
if i was gonna die, i’d k!ll myself, hot topic
when i hear your bars, i get super nauseous
like i cashed a cheque, gambled on the profits, yeah i lost it
then i made it back, dropped summer fun, net profits
bought a jet with it, fly the plane, in the c+ckpit

[verse 3: lil igloo]
yeah, i just spent a cheque in hot topic ‘bout a day ago
gambled what i had and lost that sh+t, but that’s the way it goes
bad b+tches hitting up the spot, they like “there he go”
money on me, stay so round, like a merry+go
i’ll be d+mned if i get caught without my stick, come take my life
you know where i stay, that’s wof all the time
internet beefing don’t mean sh+t to me, b+tch come take my ice
i’m a popstar like michael jackson still be clutching nines
i cook him up, his head gone
n+++as slow, they dead wrong
ysl, that’s saint lauren
and i’m in his ear like raycon
bla! bla! head gone
king of my city, king kong
opps gone, they’re dead now
2 shots to the head now, woah
and i’m makin’ all these bands baby
i could never stunt about some sh+t that i ain’t had baby
f+ck being broke, i’m finna get myself a bag baby
spend that sh+t in vegas, prolly lose all that i have baby
[outro: lil igloo, internet od, & 1cey]
yeah yeah
probably lose all that i have baby
in the tropics
in the tropics, what i have baby
pull up with the glock, put ’em in a coffin
get a bag, baby
igloo!

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