Letra Hood on fire Benny (Rapper)

Hood on fire

(Summertime Butch)

It's hot and it's humid
Business booming, Rico human, they know he do it
But the question is, can they prove it?
I know the district attorney's had a looking stupid
The streets is hot, we better cool it
It's hot and it's humid
Business booming, Rico human, they know he do it
But the question is, can they prove it?
I know the district attorney's had a looking stupid

Yo, these rappers let they fans gas them, but that ain't validation
They either got snitch rumors or a rape allegation
This made back on race and speed and the cake that I'm chasing
Cake from snakes that I ate with come from fake admiration
Last eight years I've been top five, look at the case that I'm making
Knew with the Lord's grace and Jeff Gordon's pace I could take it
But I don't wanna hear no thank yous, that ain't compensation
I could blend it in a suit, but y'all can't trade spots with gangsters
Young niggas ain't got the basics, this not a safe occupation
I buy drops, they ain't summer, so I can make observations
Of my surroundings, ride through niggas' hoods, no brakes, I'm just racing
But I don't park this pretty motherfucker where I base operations
I'm getting hate connotations, feeling Zen folk, my pinstroke
It change populations, I can paint conversations
In America where I seen greed and race divide a nation
From the hood where if your dog turn to a snake, it's violation
I hit the teller to make a withdrawal from the bank, now I'm waiting
They say they need a couple minutes, I'm chilling 'cause I'm patient
Rome wasn't built in a day, uh-uh
Neither was the spaceships
Black Soprano la familia keep a secret like a mason, ugh

It's hot and it's humid
Business booming, Rico human, they know he do it
But the question is, can they prove it?
I know the district attorney's had a looking stupid
The streets is hot, we better cool it
It's hot and it's humid
Business booming, Rico human, they know he do it
But the question is, can they prove it?
I know the district attorney's had a looking stupid
The streets is hot, we better cool it

Breadwinner mind state
A crew in carbohydrates
Walk with a stick, I operate in blind faith
Meet face to face on phones, don't say much
Y'all text thread the needle that stitch y'all case up
We got a bye week, y'all can't play us
Felt like the fishscale and celery and cake cups?
Widows want to lay up
Just a Spider-Man, Zendaya
We slash prizes and rivals, take pay cuts
That's business
Eggshell whip yellow chicken
Savvy, a whole baddy, not a half one
You heartless
She got 10 men, she get cash from
Pack on her, she got her abs done
No tattoo, hat dusting bags
I sold vacuum (I sold vacuum)
Point and leave your mind baffled
Chain swing like upside down pineapples
I need a statue with my shoes
Fiends say I put my foot in that food (I put my foot in that food)
It's hot at the crib
Niggas snatching Cardi's like Stefon Diggs
We buy it pure, then infuse it
Base scales and bells, we make music
And then we whoop it
Bruiser!

It's hot and it's humid
Business booming, Rico human, they know he do it
But the question is, can they prove it?
I know the district attorney's had a looking stupid
The streets is hot, we better cool it
It's hot and it's humid
Business booming, Rico human, they know he do it
But the question is, can they prove it?
I know the district attorney's had a looking stupid
The streets is hot, we better cool it