A Queens nig** in the building, I’m hot
Don’t get it twisted, I’ve been in Boroughs, I’m hot
From Bronx to Brooklyn nig**, I’m hot
Staten Island and Manhattan nig**, I’m hot
A hundred degrees in the city, I’m the hottest
F**k what they say, I’m the nicest
Loving the way i sag, I’m the flyest
Love the way I rap?, it’s my accent

They always trynna compare Lu Dottt, to who the hottest
Sweat dripping from the skin, I’m the hottest

I’m running the ship, I’m the captain
I hiss, I don’t diss, like Thee Stallion
I’m hot, I ain’t turning red, like Caucasians
I’m saucy, I don’t dish, like Italians
I’m meaty and I got bread, like Cubano
All natural and taste, a satisfaction
Lights, camera and fame, I’m in action
Take me as I am, not in fractions
Hated and most wanted nig**, like El Chapo
The founder of my work, like I’m Pablo
If you wanna know how I did it, catch a school bus
I write my own music nig**, I give off Goosebumps
A nightmare on elm street, call me Kruger
Flow meaner than Miss Trunchbull from Matilda
I could buy my own flowers, like I’m Miley C
Hit ‘em with the best dressed, like I’m Jake G
I could cut my own check, like I’m Nikey
Like I’m Nikey, Like I’m Nikey
Like I’m Nikey, Like I’m Nikey
Like I’m Nikey

A Queens nig** in the building, I’m hot
Don’t get it twisted I’ve been in Boroughs, I’m hot
From Bronx to Brooklyn nig**, I’m hot
Staten Island and Manhattan nig**s, I’m hot
A hundred degrees in the city, I’m the hottest
F**k what they say, I’m the nicest
Loving the way i sag, I’m the flyest
Loving the way I rap, it’s my accent

They always trynna compare Lu Dottt, to who the hottest
Sweat dripping from the skin, I’m the hottest

I’m smoking with Jamaicans, in Jamaica
In meetings with Caucasians, in tribecca
I’m riding with ‘em Muslims, out in flushing
I chop it with ‘em Asians, lower east side
Get spicy with ‘em Mexicans, out in Harlem
Got the black tux on nig**, out in Borough Park
Get saucy with ‘em Italians, out in Belmont
And party with ‘em Dominicans, out in Washington Heights
I eat with my Puerto Ricans, out in Castle Hills
And shout out to my sister Ashley, out in Midland Beach
You wanna know I did it, grab a notebook
I write my own album nig**, I’m on chapter 6
I charted a couple times nig**, I hope you keeping up
Ain’t gonna keep repeating myself
Mostly in every hood in the boroughs, I’ve been there, done that
Ain’t sh*t gotta rhyme no more, I’m on my own Calabar
I’m in my own calabar, look around, I’m in my own lane
I’m in my own lane, I’m in my own lane
I’m in my own lane, I cut my check like Nikey