Hotseat Lyrics – Chuckyy, LUCKI

Read the full Hotseat lyrics by Chuckyy and LUCKI along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Chuckyy’s music, you can also explore Wemby and Hiccup, two other songs by Chuckyy.

[Intro: LUCKI]
Ayy, I live in a hotseat
Ayy, ayy, I live in a hotseat, only Tris can stop me
If she catch me off—
Ayy, nah for real, as soon as I start writing this
Let me know, wocky tasty, brought a hundred pointer
No bap

[Chorus: LUCKI]
Ayy, I live in a hotseat, only Tris can stop me
If she catch me off Percs, I’ma do you bad
For the king, for the crown, where you shooting at?
Life’s Gucci, two-fifty in a Louis bag
Army guns, exotic guns, I don’t know how to remove the mag

[Verse 1: LUCKI]
I’m like few trucks away from buying shoes and masks
N!ggas would if they could, but they can’t
That’s the key, mafiana, she with me
We look better with no IG
Open a twenty and drop a three, can’t face no danger if I’m sleep
I got a Patek remind me of Dove, he was a liar, he’ll fu*k with me
I ain’t tripping, s*it bigger than life, bigger than Kylie, bigger than everybody
Ayy and I’m not taking sorry, you can say whenever you praise us, I’m like God anyway
I be talking to the men upstairs ’bout s*it that I hear, this s*it ain’t right
LV kicks suck, I’m on my rock, ain’t blaming Xans, it just ain’t right
You ain’t with me, you against me and they better stay right on they side
Teach my lil’ n!ggas how to be humble, but they’ll still send you on that ride
Never stop and starting s*it, run it down and have ’em fixed
Top ski, too slatt, what it is? Live in the mix
For the kids, I’m taking pics, I told ’em drügs would make you sick
I barely got friends, I got two grips, I take pink tens like it’s a mint
What it is, live in the mix
Top ski, too slatt

[Chorus: LUCKI]
Ayy, look

Ayy, ayy, I live in a hotseat, only Tris can stop me
If she catch me off Percs, I’ma do you bad
For the king, for the crown, where you shooting at?
Life’s Gucci, two-fifty in a Louis bag
Army guns, exotic guns, I don’t know how to remove the mag
I’m like—
Ayy, I live in a hotseat—

[Verse 2: Chuckyy]
Hotseat, yes, sir, in the backseat, micro Drac’, it’s fully blasting
I think all my opps run track meet, see us and they run the fastest
That s*it you got on ain’t fashion, I paid 6K for my jacket
LUCKI just pulled up in a spaceship, pour that lean and go hit Maxville
Spend it, get it back, you’ll know that feeling, n!ggas really children
Drop some racks with me to get my drink, how you ball? That’s (??)
N!ggas be acting suspect, undercover, this s*it getting serious
Brand new Lambo, we in the fastest one, hell nah, this ain’t no Urus
Every day I wake up and go get it like I ain’t the rich one
I’m in your city right now for a show, come meet me at the (??)
Rubber band it, get it, rubber bandit, this s*it getting consistent
Purple Fanta, but it was just yellow, power of the Tristan

[Chorus: LUCKI]
Ayy, look
Ayy, ayy, I live in a hotseat, only Tris can stop me
If she catch me off Percs, I’ma do you bad
For the king, for the crown, where you shooting at?
Life’s Gucci, two-fifty in a Louis bag
Army guns, exotic guns, I don’t know how to remove the mag

[Outro: LUCKI]
I’m like—
Ayy, I live in a hotseat
I gotta live in that b!tch