Chores Got five in the car, and 12 behind me Cashing in and out, turning this bitch into a trap house This darkness has forsaking me And these demons are trying to take my soul Cause I'm 560 degrees hot The Darkest Hot Boy Didn't want to become a motha fucking thug But I keep hearing that base in them dubs And see them living bodies bouncing in the club Girl you finer than a motha fucka Back that ass up Before I slang that Oscar Meyer I'm dropping off presents with the Oscar Meyer helicopter Then go to the back of the store and buy that pork butt for 250 dollars a dose Like I said Give me the weed so we can open up the city with them keys Where them bodies lay They floating in an LSU lake Where the alligators play I'm a 560 degrees hot The darkest hot boy In 1999 When I lost my mind These naked shots from my pistol was unassigned That light from the sparks could make a bitch blind Got five in the car, and the ambulance sirens are louder than a motha fucka Chores Got five in the car, and 12 behind me Cashing in and out, turning this bitch into a trap house This darkness has forsaking me And these demons are trying to take my soul Cause I'm 560 degrees hot The Darkest Hot Boy