Hunxho – It Get Hot Lyrics

It Get Hot

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"It Get Hot." - Hunxho

Monday, 19 October 2026, 04:47 am

Album: Not One Of Them

Track No: 04

City streets, that's where I learned
Play with fire, you get burned
When the heat was on, I turned
Turned to trouble, trouble (I love this Money Musik)
Shit get hot as fuck, lil' ****
Play with this shit, bust ya, ****
See, me, I don't even trust myself
Tell me, like why would I trust you, ****?
These boys don't do nothin' but thug
My trap might get musty, ****
These boys better not speak on blood
Beat that Drac' like Mustard, ****
In the street, I bust my fire
I'm locked up, I'm slingin' iron
Caught my cases, I ain't tell
Told the judge, "Give me my time"
They had gave my dog a L
Ever since then, he been ridin'
I had took a **** blick
And ever since then, I been slidin'
These **** bitch
Had to thug, just me and Chris
Better not rub me the wrong way
Up button and rub all in your shit
If I do club, they let me in
I don't do club without that blick
Any time I stole a whip
I went right back to the 6
I had hopped out shootin' that Drac'
That the first time that I missed
I put a button on all my guns
I bet I won't miss again
Wire cold, I'm talkin' 'bout freezin', ****
Get to shakin', this bitch seizin', ****
I had watched dog fold up on that drill, why I don't be with ****
I know they want clout off me, I don't beef with rappers
Hop up out that truck, get active
If you ain't outside, scuff your daddy
None of that shit, that don't matter
I was out there doin' God knows, well, it ain't make mama happy
I was out there doin' God knows, well, glad I made it rappin'
Police better not ask me no question, I don't know nothin' 'bout it
You better not leave your ho again, these bitches know who poppin'
He spoke, went up that same day, these **** know who popped him
I been tryna change my ways 'cause I'm a known robber, uh-huh
If you ain't outside, scuff your daddy
None of that shit, that don't matter
I was out there doin' God knows, well, it ain't make mama happy
I was out there doin' God knows, well, glad I made it rappin' (Trouble, trouble)

Writer(s): Bokyu Kim, Darryon Bunton & Ibrahim Dodo.

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