O.G.C. - Hot Topic

Big shit pop it
Little nigga stop it
All the way up
Bitch I'm a hot topic
Aint got to ask
Cause they know that I got it
Roll up a wood got me
Out of my body
Outside and really
Cant nobody stop me
In person you love me
But hate me in private
Next whip get better
Come with no mileage
You want to claim the gang
Better catch you a body

If we fuck tonight
You better not tell nobody
She see them racks
Busting out of my pockets
I Hop on the beat
Got me instantly walking
I used to be broke
Used to sleeping on carpets
Anywhere we go
You know we gone pop it
I send my young nigga
To empty your pockets
I really be wilding out
Don't give a fuck about
What these little niggas be talking
On the road
Cause the money be calling
Doing big shit like Christopher Wallace
They gone hate tell them
Fuck them regardless
Know keep me some power no chargers
On my way to LA with the Dodgers
Blowing smoke out the window like Rasta's
These niggas pussy
They really can't claim shit
Don't come around here
With that pussy or lame shit
That was that shit that got your man hit
All of that shit you do did
We done did it
Know I be rocking my ice in your city
When I'm in your city you call it my city

Big shit pop it
Little nigga stop it
All the way up
Bitch I'm a hot topic
Aint got to ask
Cause they know that I got it
Roll up a wood got me
Out of my body
Outside and really
Cant nobody stop me
In person you love me
But hate me in private
Next whip get better come with no mileage
You want to claim the gang
Better catch you a body

Written by:
Chris Jefferson

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