5 ContributorsHotseat Lyrics

[Intro: LUCKI]

Ayy, I live in a hotseat

Ayy, ayy, I live in a hotseat, only Tris can stop me

If she catch me off—

Ayy, nah for real, as soon as I start writing this

Let me know, wocky tasty, brought a hundred pointer

No bap

[Chorus: LUCKI]

Ayy, I live in a hotseat, only Tris can stop me

If she catch me off Percs, I'ma do you bad

For the king, for the crown, where you shootin’ at?

Life's Gucci, two-fifty in a Louis bag

Army guns, exotic guns, I don't know how to remove the mag

[Verse 1: LUCKI]

I’m like few trucks away from buying shoes and masks

Niggas would if they could, but they can't

That's the key, mafiana, she with me

We look better with no IG

Open a twenty and drop a three, can't face no danger if I'm sleep

I got a Patek remind me of Dove, he was a liar, he'll fuck with me

I ain't trippin', shit bigger than life, bigger than Kylie, bigger than everybody

Ayy, and I’m not takin’ sorry, you can say whenever you praise us, I'm like God anyway

I be talkin’ to the men upstairs 'bout shit that I hear, this shit ain't right

LV kicks suck, I'm on my rock, ain’t blamin' Xans, it just ain't right

You ain't with me, you against me and they better stay right on they side

Teach my lil' niggas how to be humble, but they'll still send you on that ride

Never stop and startin' shit, run it down and have 'em fixed

Top ski, too slatt, what it is? Live in the mix

For the kids, I'm takin' pics, I told 'em drugs would make you sick

I barely got friends, I got two grips, I take pink tens like it's a mint

What it is, live in the mix

Top ski, too slatt

[Chorus: LUCKI]

Ayy, look

Ayy, ayy, I live in a hotseat, only Tris can stop me

If she catch me off Percs, I'ma do you bad

For the king, for the crown, where you shootin' at?

Life's Gucci, two-fifty in a Louis bag

Army guns, exotic guns, I don't know how to remove the mag

I'm like—

Ayy, I live in a hotseat—

[Verse 2: Chuckyy]

Hotseat, yes, sir, in the backseat, micro Drac', it's fully blastin'

I think all my opps run track meet, see us and they run the fastest

That shit you got on ain't fashion, I paid 6K for my jacket

LUCKI just pulled up in a spaceship, pour that lean and go hit Maxville

Spend it, get it back, you'll know that feelin', niggas really children

Drop some racks with me to get my drink, how you ball? That's [?]

Niggas be acting suspect, undercover, this shit getting serious

Brand new Lambo, we in the fastest one, hell nah, this ain't no Urus

Every day I wake up and go get it like I ain't the rich one

I'm in your city right now for a show, come meet me at the [?]

Rubber band it, get it, rubber bandit, this shit getting consistent

Purple Fanta, but it was just yellow, power of the Tristan

[Chorus: LUCKI]

Ayy, look

Ayy, ayy, I live in a hotseat, only Tris can stop me

If she catch me off Percs, I'ma do you bad

For the king, for the crown, where you shootin' at?

Life's Gucci, two-fifty in a Louis bag

Army guns, exotic guns, I don't know how to remove the mag

[Outro: LUCKI]

I'm like—

Ayy, I live in a hotseat

I gotta live in that bitch