[Hook: Mike Bars]

She think I'm hot

She say I'm hot

She think I'm hot

Yeah, she say I'm hot

[Verse 1: Scooter Rogers]

She told me that I'm hot, I told her get in the drop

Like baby, you can keep your shirt, long as you givin me top

Still rollin with Mike and we in the fast lane

Rockin' all gold everything, Trinidad James

Usually, I brutally destroy a beat or two or three

So get used to me killin' tracks and then rappin' the eulogies

Fucking with my team? Hospital bound

Leave you assed out like a hospital gown

Never on that ho shit, wanna pull my card? Then go fish

I'm so sick, I'm liable to shut the hospital down

People sweating Future; it's time to set the clocks back

He'll never be responsible for bringing hip hop back

Real lyricists ain't tryna hear that shit

You got a couple catchy choruses, but yeah that's it

No library card, huh? That explains why your story didn't check out

But i get that dough, Tic Tac Toe

Cause for every single "OH!" another nigga getting X'd out!

You're not Big, and you are not Pac

No estas caliente...you are not hot

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Karess]

She say i rap sick, I'm like aye, relax, quick and blaze a fat swish'

I'm layin back lit, why you smellin' like similac, baby back bitch?

I ain't into that hatin ass shit

Fitted cap, skinny cat, yeah baby thats it

And im still gonna beat it like an 80's smash hit

Yup, i properly spit flows, so rock with a pimp

And hop in the whip though, chronic bag thick

I'm talkin a shit load, knockin back sticks

Cuz pot is essential, chop instrumentals

Sittin in the 'lac, twistin up a sack

Got bitches in the back tryna listen to me rap

Homie im the truth, niggas wanna act

Show up to the booth, twisted off the yack

I go in there, im juiced, your flow compared to who's?

You know i never lose, nigga

Cause I'm as slick as fish grease

Mister Clean with the 16's

Pimpin with ease, twistin big leaf

Sickest emcee, shit g, I mean at least that's what your bitch think

Fuckin dick weed

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Mike Bars]

I'm so hot, they should make a sequel

Cause I won't stop 'til I break the needle

Only cracker that can rap with the swagger to make you snap

And forget about Marshall, like Jason Segal

But I'm J. Cole, cause I make dope beats

So I game hoes like it's Halo 3

While you stay broke, cause you play shows free

And now I make dough, cuz I'm H-O-T

K, first off, you gon' get curb stomped, and your face burnt off, cause I'm hot as lava

Then this gun and umbrella might put you under the weather, so keep on runnin' together like someone dropped the comma

I'm flame, yeah bitch, I'm fire

Somebody better tell 'em, like they ripped the flier

And I'mma heat it, then eat it, like i dont need it

I mean it, ill beat it up until your bitch gets tired

She make it bounce like it's a bad check

Then give me deep throat... that giraffe neck

If speedings illegal, then somebody call the fuzz

Now you're up in the fetal position and all because

[Hook]

[Chants]

Make that toast, put butter on the shit x4

Fuck your baby daddy ho x4

Tell that nigga that nigga ain't shit x4

Tell that bitch she need to fix her weave x4

Tree House Gang, your squad ain't shit x4