Hatin' On The Kid Freestyle - Lyrics - Young Hot Rod

[Young Hot Rod:] Ha ha ha, whoo Put ya hands up *** put ya hands up The industry is in trouble and i'm the answer Put ya hands up *** put ya hands up The industry is in trouble and i'm the answer Put ya hands up *** 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 *** 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 *** *** they love a simp Me I get the chicks And you, you get the *** 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 *** 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' *** hop in the Coozy (***) Actin' all Boojee I'm a rich *** yay you'll *** 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 *** 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 ***