Hot Out Lyrics - Troy Ave

Look at the degrees, it say 90 but it feel like 100 

I'm hot boy, to it, who you think they talk to 

The bad bitches, the mad niggas, that's who my gun for 

Blast stitching and blast thinner, they both down for 

Five on the hippie, five in the whippy 

Me and seven in the seven cities, would you bet me 

And two friends yelling no new friends 

Giving them D, breaking in dope, cool love end for the week shift 

Barbeque on the block, too dope for beaches 

My ' features sun kiss, orange G shit, pull back top when the ill black jock 

Oh, that's my homey J, yo, put away that Glock 

My shooters be ready and deadly, I trained them well 

My women be plenty and friendly, they kiss, don't tell 

The fish gonna fry itself in the kitchen, we moving on up 

Free all my niggas from they cells, boy on commission 

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Ball players, swag, inside out, bunch of fly bitches outside when it's hot out 

90 degrees, only right I bring the drop out, slipping please 

You know I'm here with the black out 

Moving on white like Jesus, ice, no freezers 

Niggas can't see us and the girls wanna freak us 

Summertime trill, yeah, I'm coming out the speakers 

Out there, find me on the block, getting mine up 

I made it, classic moves and classic shoes 

With a Cuban linked on, that's some classic jewels 

My homie Yankee pulled the red Porsche on the boat up 

And the girls want the call, yeah, we like, show, show 

But we got all sorts, black, white, Asian and Spanish girls 

At the la marina look amazing, the navy gazing, we blazing 

Playing, spazzing, and johnny pump open, hold it down, don't spray her 

Mammy with the polka, water gun, see her soaked up 

But only we her hair if you paying to do it over 

'Cause chicks get mad and trip like six flags 

High rollers, no coasters, fill the cups, place cash on the floor 

Dice games for twenty or more 

No ass bet, just ice cheddar, it's the allure of the streets 

Mixed in with the heat in this jungle of concrete I got soul for cheap, word 

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Ball players, swag, inside out, bunch of fly bitches outside when it's hot out 

90 degrees, only right I bring the drop out, slipping please 

You know I'm here with the black out 

Moving on white like Jesus, ice, no freezers 

Niggas can't see us and the girls wanna freak us 

Summertime trill, yeah, I'm coming out the speakers 

Out there, find me on the block, getting mine up 

Summertime, summer grind, some will know, some will shine 

I'm just getting money representing for the streets 

Summertime, summer grind, some will know, some will shine 

I'm just getting money representing for the streets 

Summertime, summer grind, some will know, some will shine 

I'm just getting money representing for the streets