Yeah, world in your palms
Stare at your shoes, never looked in the stars
Heart on my sleeve, shoulder, my arm
Ooh, you ice cold, I brush off the salt
Tell me what it takes to get in them drawers
Got that slick tongue talk, that shit make you moist
Come ride that pony 'til your voice is hoarse
How you drop to your knees make me praise the Lord, yeah
Link with your girls and y'all hardly sober
Claim that they bi, but really just bipolar
Most of 'em can't decide on which filter
Ooh, you need guidance
Let me help show you
Ex-girl crazy, you should be careful
I think Cupid hit his bow arrow
Oh, my head it's crazy
But that my baby
Tax season, fuck around, claim you

I said hot shit
They just want that hot shit
Music they could geek to
Feel it through your body
Know that we ain't goin' sleep
Yeah, can you keep a promise?
Tell me all your secrets
Resting on your conscience
Know your secret's safe with me

A time when to meet
Just wait on the kick
And try and catch the beat
If you find the rhythm, that you want from me
No move with no pawn, you move like a queen
Attractive by law, don't care what your friends think
They love to talk shit, yeah, their breath stink
Most of them broke, I hand out the X-ray's
Or ski slopes and I ain't talkin' X-games
GPS, the phone get turned off
Connection get weak, the signal get lost
New heights, everybody wanna be you
So they try reach you, I tell 'em keep callin'
This shit fresh off the pot
Make your mama sweat, you should watch yourself
Make 'em ask for more, give 'em what they want
Have 'em coming back, man they feenin'

I said hot shit
They just want that hot shit
Music they could geek to
Feel it through your body
Know that we ain't goin' sleep
Yeah, can you keep a promise?
Tell me all your secrets
Resting on your conscience
Know your secret's safe with me

I said hot shit
They just want that hot shit
Music they could geek to
Feel it through your body
Know that we ain't goin' sleep
Yeah, can you keep a promise?
Tell me all your secrets
I said hot shit (shit)
I said hot shit (shit)
I said hot shit (shit)
Feel it through your body
Know that we ain't goin' sleep
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We ain't goin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They just want that hot shit

Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): CARTER LANG, PRESTON OSHITA, TEDDY JACKSON