[00:00.000] 作词 : Charles Davis/Lucki Camel Jr.
[00:00.574] 作曲 : Arthur Bean/Christopher Quillin
[00:01.148]Aye, I live in a hotseat
[00:03.371]Aye, aye, I live in a hotseat, only Tris can stop me
[00:07.923]If she catch me off—
[00:09.448]Aye, nah, for real, as soon as I started writin' this
[00:11.233]Let me know, wocky text me for a hundred pointer
[00:13.465]No bap
[00:16.313]Aye, I live in a hotseat, only Tris can stop me
[00:20.029]If she catch me off Percs, I'ma do you bad
[00:23.181]For the king, for the crown, where you shootin' at?
[00:26.147]Life's Gucci, two-fifty in the Louis bag
[00:29.148]Army guns, exotic guns I'm 'bout to remove the mag
[00:32.114]I'm like few trucks away from buying shoes to match
[00:35.250]**** would if they could, but they can't, that's the key
[00:39.097]Mafiana, she with me, we look better than on IG
[00:42.170]Open a 20 and drop a 3, can't face no danger if I'm sleep
[00:45.237]I got a Patek remind me of Dove, if he was alive, he'd **** with me
[00:48.231]I ain't trippin', shit bigger than life, bigger than Kylie, bigger than everybody
[00:51.982]Aye, and I'm not takin' sorry, you can say it whenever you pray since I'm like God anyway
[00:57.357]I be talkin' to the man upstairs 'bout shit down here, this shit ain't right
[01:00.147]LV kicks suck, I'm on my rock, ain't blamin' Xans, it just ain't right
[01:03.364]You ain't with me, you against me and they better stay right on they side
[01:06.382]Teach my lil' **** how to be humble, they'll still send you on that ride
[01:09.399]Never stop and startin' shit, run it down and have 'em fixed
[01:12.489]Top ski, too slatt, what it is? Live in the mix
[01:15.540]For the kids, I'm takin' pics, I told 'em, "Drugs'll make you sick"
[01:18.373]I barely got friends, I got two grips, I take pink 10s like it's a mint
[01:21.708]What it is? Live in the mix
[01:23.866]Top ski, too slatt
[01:26.826]Aye, look
[01:28.492]Aye, aye, I live in a hotseat, only Tris can stop me
[01:33.011]If she catch me off Percs, I'ma do you bad
[01:36.108]For the king, for the crown, where you shootin' at?
[01:39.028]Life's Gucci, two-fifty in the Louis bag
[01:42.143]Army guns, exotic guns, I'm 'bout to remove the mag
[01:45.162]I'm like—
[01:46.646]Aye, I live in a hotseat
[01:49.367]Hotseat, yes, sir, in the backseat, Micro Drac', it's fully blastin'
[01:52.332]I think all my opps on track meet, see us and they run the fastest
[01:55.389]That shit you got on ain't fashion, I paid 6K for my jacket
[01:58.368]Luck just pulled up in a spaceship, pour that lean and go hit Maxville
[02:01.408]Spend it, get it back, you don't know that feelin', **** really children
[02:04.483]Drop some racks for me to get my dream car, you bought extra jewelry
[02:07.452]**** be actin' suspect, undercover, this shit gettin' serious
[02:10.654]Brand new Lambo', we in the fastest one, hell nah, this ain't no Urus
[02:13.728]Every day, I wake up and go get it like I ain't the rich one
[02:16.701]I'm in your city right now for a show, come meet me at the Ritz then
[02:19.636]Rubber band it, get it, rubber band it, this shit gettin' consistent
[02:22.771]Purple Fanta, but it was just yellow, power of the Tristan
[02:27.672]Aye, look
[02:29.153]Aye, aye, I live in a hotseat, only Tris can stop me
[02:33.723]If she catch me off Percs, I'ma do you bad
[02:36.821]For the king, for the crown, where you shootin' at?
[02:39.805]Life's Gucci, two-fifty in the Louis bag
[02:42.857]Army guns, exotic guns, I'm 'bout to remove the mag
[02:45.957]I'm like—
[02:47.391]Aye, I live in a hotseat
[02:51.784]I gotta live in that bitch

作词 : Charles Davis/Lucki Camel Jr.
作曲 : Arthur Bean/Christopher Quillin
Aye, I live in a hotseat
Aye, aye, I live in a hotseat, only Tris can stop me
If she catch me off—
Aye, nah, for real, as soon as I started writin' this
Let me know, wocky text me for a hundred pointer
No bap
Aye, 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 the Louis bag
Army guns, exotic guns I'm 'bout to remove the mag
I'm like few trucks away from buying shoes to match
**** would if they could, but they can't, that's the key
Mafiana, she with me, we look better than on IG
Open a 20 and drop a 3, can't face no danger if I'm sleep
I got a Patek remind me of Dove, if he was alive, he'd **** with me
I ain't trippin', shit bigger than life, bigger than Kylie, bigger than everybody
Aye, and I'm not takin' sorry, you can say it whenever you pray since I'm like God anyway
I be talkin' to the man upstairs 'bout shit down here, 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' **** how to be humble, 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'll make you sick"
I barely got friends, I got two grips, I take pink 10s like it's a mint
What it is? Live in the mix
Top ski, too slatt
Aye, look
Aye, aye, 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 the Louis bag
Army guns, exotic guns, I'm 'bout to remove the mag
I'm like—
Aye, I live in a hotseat
Hotseat, yes, sir, in the backseat, Micro Drac', it's fully blastin'
I think all my opps on track meet, see us and they run the fastest
That shit you got on ain't fashion, I paid 6K for my jacket
Luck just pulled up in a spaceship, pour that lean and go hit Maxville
Spend it, get it back, you don't know that feelin', **** really children
Drop some racks for me to get my dream car, you bought extra jewelry
**** be actin' suspect, undercover, this shit gettin' 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 Ritz then
Rubber band it, get it, rubber band it, this shit gettin' consistent
Purple Fanta, but it was just yellow, power of the Tristan
Aye, look
Aye, aye, 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 the Louis bag
Army guns, exotic guns, I'm 'bout to remove the mag
I'm like—
Aye, I live in a hotseat
I gotta live in that bitch