But she's too hot to touch (She's too hot to touch) She's too hot to (to, to, to, to) (Oh my love) My Love is burning (burning, burning, burning) We're getting close (She's too) (Oh my love, oh my love, oh my love) You make me feel like burning, burning

Check one-two-one man skitzed again Dickhead you and a dickhead crew Getting gassed up by your dickhead friends Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng Yeah, it's Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng It's like dem man woke up pissed again If I buck

You ain't getting in bread, that's rage I'm a headline act on the stage I got my hoody down over my face And you can't send shots like a man's Luke Cage Bullet holes in my top right now I'mma keep going but I know that they Want me to stop right now But,

We're just getting warmed up Going down out here Just getting started Already fired up, yeah this party Ain't nothing like it round here Another double shot of crazy in cup Yeah we're just getting warmed up But we're just getting warmed up

In the streets it's getting hot and the youths Them a get so cold searching for food for the pot They'll do anything to fill that gap, whoo As generation comes and goes You gatta make preparation for the youths them a grow It's what you reap, it's what

Here we go now Pour the shots out Everyone is getting hammered And the tabs on me We're going hard cause we run this shit So stay the fuck at home if you party like a bitch Take another and drink it all down We can have ten more We keep it rowdy as fuck

She's too hot to touch (She's too hot) She knows that I want it My love, it's easy for you Setting the rules and playing it cool My heart, like a broken cassette Echoes in my chest, we're getting close But she's too hot to touch You make me feel like

Christ I'm a sidewinder I swear it's everywhere It's everything I'm a California King Deep inside of a parallel universe It's getting harder and harder To tell what came first Under water where thoughts can breathe Easily Far away you were made in a sea

Ay can’t stop getting paper Ay can’t stop rollin' papers Ay LSD and coca Ay live la vida loca Aye she gon' feed me grapes Ay we don’t go on dates Ay got a man at home but she love the way I taste Back shot back shot back shot back shot right behind the

I got a radio and a shotgun seat It's time for me to take you home girl I don't know who brought you here and he left you alone And it's getting late Hey there honey, in your cut up jeans Whatcha drinkin' I was thinkin' you could save a sip for me I've