[Young Hot Rod:] 

Ha ha ha, whoo 



Put ya hands up 

Nigga put ya hands up 

The industry is in trouble and i'm the answer 



Put ya hands up 

Nigga put ya hands up 

The industry is in trouble and i'm the answer 



Put ya hands up 

Nigga put ya hands up 

The industry is in trouble and i'm the answer 



[Verse: Young Hot Rod] 

Man they hatin' on the kid 

Fif set a pick 

I go around shoot, swish 

We the shit 

Collar stay flipped 

The black chrome on the kicks 

Saw ya chain in the back of the sauce you ain't slick 

Chicks love a pimp 

Bitches they love a simp 

Me I get the chicks 

And you, you get the bitch 

See me I lean on 'em 

I don't drop gees on 'em 

But some bump & grind just so they can pee on 'em 

God damn I'm so hot I'm so sure 

They take way more 

Out of my check then they put on yours 

Damn, you bunny niggas just hop back 

You put your little album out nobody 'gon cop that 

The game we lock that 

Stop bitin' the hand that got that 

Food in it 

You losin' abusin the Unit 

You gettin' woozy hearin the bars that I'm usin' 

The flows layed back on the track I'm cruisin' 

Bitch hop in the Coozy (shit) 

Actin' all Boojee 

I'm a rich nigga yay you'll fuck me if your choosy 

I'm pop-u-lar 

I stay hot for ya 

I spit crack and let Whoo Kid chop it up (ha ha ha) 

And it was no accident 

That yo bitch went down south on me for so long she came up with an accent 

(damn) 

And words don't speak as loud as actions 

Protection I got two types of Mags in the mattress 

I'm in the zone you play it man to man 

So what I'm tryin to say is ya'll some faggots 

And then I hop up in the Rolls, you hop up in the van 

Cause yo verse ain't even as hot as my ad-libs nigga