Lyrics:

[Intro]
(DJ Swift on the track)
Who hotter than Gee?
I got a question for the— who hotter than Gee?

[Verse]
I got a question for the streets, who hotter than Gee?
He tryna lock in with the team, so we popped him for free
Said he was sick and tired, I wiped his nose, rocked him to sleep
Broke niggas re-up, couldn't cover my cost for the week
Chop in my lap, poppin' my flats, calm my nerves while I creep
They know I'm like that in reality, not on IG
It was some light shit that you did, but the meaning was deep
I tell the shooters, now they blessed, 'member murder was cheap
Even as a chef, you get respect after burning your beef
Then after that, you grab a pack and you turn it to three
Then after that, if you can rap, you might turn into me
Bae say I scare her when I'm geeked 'cause I talk in my sleep
Niggas better wake up 'fore they dream about murdering me
'Cause I put killers on they feet, they put blood on the street
Put your cuz on a tee, I told him quit muggin' at me
Hit your lung with this heat, snake fang dug in deep
Trapped in Miss Janice, me and Beach
Right before prices got cheap
Right before water got deep
We was supposed to be like T and Meech
Ain't it crazy? Mama's baby finally made a million
Low to the ground, caught him 'round the town with my hand on the trigger