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The Hotspot
Sus Lyrics


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I just got a drop, that's intel
Now a man's filling the 12 with big bells
Fuck the drill scene
Ask 'bout me in the hood
You'll know why my name ring bells
Grind 3 buds and bill up a big L
And try inhale
Bootings, chingings, tuner swinging
Opps get pressured on road and in jail
Warn' see red tape, no ribbon



If he's the past then that's my present
I got a gift when it comes to cheffing
Wet man's head and he learnt his lesson
If verbal's got me stressing
Simple, get 'round there and stretch him
How's still giving me verbal?
When died, like he never left him
We did it again like Bis
And again, you didn't wanna back your bredrin
Got my splash when I get trap fit
So try g check, won't finish your sentence
Run a man down, he run out of breath
You run out of blood, now he's in the mud
I think 'bout him when I roll this bud
Think 'bout him when I roll this bud
She got cute face and booty
Big boobies, that's all around beauty
Who's he? Don't care if he a juvie
Get a boy down, I can't be chosey
Ever since SY named his mindi
How many guys got done by Susie?
Gyal say I'm cute and cooly
But she don't know what I do in QC
But she don't know what I do in Cumbo
That lightie come like a cross
Be pack, no Runtz, the other one straight from Congo
And I heard suttin' else just got packed
Don't ask "by who?"
I'll tell you "God knows"
6 in a dirty long-nose
L2, R2, 2-hand control
Turn that block to a war zone
ZK load up, step in trios
Load up guns and hit man's back
Like, hit man's did, let it burn like Neo
Man sound and look like us
But truss, ain't wild like us, like Rio
I grew up in the concrete jungle
So my attitude stinks like BO
Gang catch stains, no biggie
Bro no tourist, throw up his blikky
All eyes on me for 2 packs
Still, the hustle can't die like Nipsey
I was 15 tryna be like 50
In the T house with a pack and flicky
Wan' get rich but beef is frying
Run up on me, you might die trying
The opps are salty, beef is frying
Bro just pepper one with this iron
Bro just pepper one with this i-

If I back mine then bro's backing his too
We swing shanks
We ain't into jujitsu
How many Lyca sims have we been through?
If bro slaps his then he defo won't miss you
How many opps got cheffed, cheffed?
Belly, back, neck, head
You claim that gang, that's dead
Tell your mum "buy a coffin"
Soon you'll need that bed
I love a brownie cah she locks this stick
But I love the way my lightie deepthroats this dick
In Brondesbury Park 3 bells got ripped
Now I'm ducking him down, tryna push in this flick
Shit, BA's in love with sticks
If you buck into him then you'll defo get wigged
If you see me in the ride
Don't slip, don't slide
That's intent on your block and a taped off strip
She got big bum and breasts, yes
Pull out and buss on her chest
I don't know why they're wearing vests
Why? Cah got done in the head
SWavey got in the neck
Got shot in Peck
Got cheffed in Krez
Died in Krez
Culprit got packed sipping lean
What a mess (Welcome to the gulag)
Don't talk on me or my shooter
Me and my shooter might glide in a Cooper
Lock arms l, slap corn out the Ruger
Fuck the rumours, they're only bad on computers
My South ting's cute but my East ting's cuter
I'm in the field like Lucas
This winter the dotts might lick out your chest
You don't need to worry 'bout mucus
When she's throwing it back I'm just thinking "wow"
Chill, I don't need kids right now
Ching, ching man down, scream "ow"
If I back this ramz, better back your pal
In front of the judge, no Simon Cowell
Held 8, he's alive, how?
Babe's always wanting to beat
The only thing I warn' beat goes "bow, bow"

Overall Meaning

"The Hotspot" by Sus is a hard-hitting drill track with intense lyrics that describe the realities of street life. The first few lines of the song talk about getting a drop, which is street slang for receiving valuable information. Based on this intel, the persona appears to be involved in a dangerous criminal lifestyle, with big money and heavy weapons at play. The artist believes that his reputation precedes him in his neighbourhood and that his name "rings bells" because of his success in the drug game. The lyrics contain several mentions of violence, with references to run-ins with the police, chingings (stabbing), and bootings (assault). Sus takes pride in his ability to "chef" or kill someone, emerging victorious after what he perceives as verbal confrontations with his enemies. The lyrics paint a picture of life in the inner city, where gangs rule and violence is an everyday occurrence.


Line by Line Meaning

I just got a drop, that's intel
I have received valuable information


Now a man's filling the 12 with big bells
Someone is loading a gun with large bullets


Fuck the drill scene
I disregard the violent music genre


Ask 'bout me in the hood
Inquire about my reputation in the neighborhood


You'll know why my name ring bells
You'll understand why my name is well-known


Grind 3 buds and bill up a big L
I roll three marijuana joints and smoke a large one


And try inhale
And attempt to breathe it in


Bootings, chingings, tuner swinging
Engaging in violent acts and brandishing a weapon


Opps get pressured on road and in jail
Enemies face intimidation both on the streets and in prison


Warn' see red tape, no ribbon
Don't expect a celebration, just obstacles


If he's the past then that's my present
If he is history, I am the current threat


I got a gift when it comes to cheffing
I am skilled in physically harming others


Wet man's head and he learnt his lesson
I caused physical harm and he learned from the experience


If verbal's got me stressing
If words are causing me stress


Simple, get 'round there and stretch him
The solution is to go there and harm him physically


How's still giving me verbal?
Why is he still speaking to me disrespectfully?


When died, like he never left him
Even after his death, it's as if he never disappeared


We did it again like Bis
We have repeated our successful act like Bis (referring to a previous event)


And again, you didn't wanna back your bredrin
And once again, you failed to support your friend


Got my splash when I get trap fit
I have my weapon ready when I am prepared for dangerous situations


So try g check, won't finish your sentence
If you attempt to test me, you won't be able to complete your statement


Run a man down, he run out of breath
Chase someone until they are exhausted


You run out of blood, now he's in the mud
You, who have lost blood, are now in a dire situation


I think 'bout him when I roll this bud
I think about him as I prepare and smoke marijuana


She got cute face and booty
She has an attractive face and attractive buttocks


Big boobies, that's all around beauty
Large breasts, which are considered beautiful


Who's he? Don't care if he a juvie
I don't care who he is, even if he is a young offender


Get a boy down, I can't be chosey
Bring someone down, I can't be selective


Ever since SY named his mindi
Since a person named SY revealed his secret


How many guys got done by Susie?
How many people have been harmed by Susie?


Gyal say I'm cute and cooly
Girls say I am attractive and charming


But she don't know what I do in QC
But she does not know about my violent activities in the Queen's City


But she don't know what I do in Cumbo
But she does not know about my violent activities in Cumbo


That lightie come like a cross
That young girl resembles a crucifix


Be pack, no Runtz, the other one straight from Congo
I have a large quantity, not the brand Runtz, but the other one from Congo


And I heard suttin' else just got packed
And I heard that something else was confiscated


Don't ask "by who?"
Don't ask who did it


I'll tell you "God knows"
I will inform you that only God knows


6 in a dirty long-nose
Six bullets in a dirty gun barrel


L2, R2, 2-hand control
Using the buttons on a PlayStation controller to handle a gun


Turn that block to a war zone
Transform that area into a battleground


ZK load up, step in trios
Load the ZK weapon and move in groups of three


Load up guns and hit man's back
Arm ourselves and attack someone from behind


Like, hit man's did, let it burn like Neo
Similar to how hit men carry out their actions, let it burn like Neo (referring to the Matrix movie)


Man sound and look like us
People resemble and imitate us


But truss, ain't wild like us, like Rio
But trust me, they are not as reckless as us, like Rio


I grew up in the concrete jungle
I grew up in a violent urban environment


So my attitude stinks like BO
So my demeanor is unpleasant like body odor


Gang catch stains, no biggie
My gang inflicts harm without much concern


Bro no tourist, throw up his blikky
My brother is not a tourist, he brandishes his gun


All eyes on me for 2 packs
Everyone is watching me for two ounces of drugs


Still, the hustle can't die like Nipsey
Still, my determination to make money won't fade like Nipsey Hussle's legacy


I was 15 tryna be like 50
At the age of fifteen, I attempted to act like a seasoned individual


In the T house with a pack and flicky
In a trap house with drugs and a flick knife


Wan' get rich but beef is frying
I want to become wealthy, but conflicts are escalating


Run up on me, you might die trying
If you approach me aggressively, you may end up dead


The opps are salty, beef is frying
The enemies are resentful, conflicts are escalating


Bro just pepper one with this iron
My brother just shot someone with this handgun


If I back mine then bro's backing his too
If I support my allies, my brother does the same


We swing shanks
We use knives to attack


We ain't into jujitsu
We don't practice the martial art of jujitsu


How many Lyca sims have we been through?
How many times have we changed our phone SIM cards?


If bro slaps his then he defo won't miss you
If my brother attacks someone, he definitely won't miss


How many opps got cheffed, cheffed?
How many enemies have been stabbed?


Belly, back, neck, head
Stabbed in the stomach, back, neck, and head


You claim that gang, that's dead
You associate yourself with a gang that is no longer active


Tell your mum "buy a coffin"
Inform your mother to make funeral arrangements


Soon you'll need that bed
Soon, you will require a burial plot


I love a brownie cah she locks this stick
I am attracted to a woman because she enjoys performing oral sex


But I love the way my lightie deepthroats this dick
But I enjoy the way a younger girl performs oral sex


In Brondesbury Park 3 bells got ripped
In Brondesbury Park, three gunshots were fired


Now I'm ducking him down, tryna push in this flick
Now I am hiding from someone, attempting to record a video


Shit, BA's in love with sticks
Shit, BA (someone's initials) is infatuated with guns


If you buck into him then you'll defo get wigged
If you encounter him, you will undoubtedly be shot


If you see me in the ride
If you see me in the car


Don't slip, don't slide
Be cautious, don't make any mistakes


That's intent on your block and a taped off strip
That's the plan to engage in criminal activity on your neighborhood and restrict access


She got big bum and breasts, yes
She has a large buttocks and breasts, indeed


Pull out and buss on her chest
Withdraw my penis and ejaculate on her chest


I don't know why they're wearing vests
I don't understand why they are wearing bulletproof vests


Why? Cah got done in the head
Because someone was shot in the head


SWavey got in the neck
SWavey was stabbed in the neck


Got shot in Peck
Got shot in Peckham


Got cheffed in Krez
Got stabbed in Croydon


Died in Krez
Died in Croydon


Culprit got packed sipping lean
The culprit was arrested while consuming a mixture of cough syrup and soda


What a mess (Welcome to the gulag)
Such a chaotic situation (reference to a video game's death match area)


Don't talk on me or my shooter
Don't speak about me or my accomplice


Me and my shooter might glide in a Cooper
Both of us might drive smoothly in a Mini Cooper car


Lock arms, slap corn out the Ruger
Join forces, fire bullets out of the gun


Fuck the rumours, they're only bad on computers
Disregard the gossip, it is only negative when discussed online


My South ting's cute but my East ting's cuter
My romantic interest from the South is attractive, but the one from the East is even more attractive


I'm in the field like Lucas
I am involved in dangerous situations like Lucas (possibly referring to a football player)


This winter the dotts might lick out your chest
This winter, bullets might penetrate your chest


You don't need to worry 'bout mucus
You don't need to be concerned about phlegm


When she's throwing it back I'm just thinking "wow"
When she is engaging in sexual activity, I am impressed


Chill, I don't need kids right now
Relax, I am not interested in having children at the moment


Ching, ching man down, scream "ow"
Stab, stab someone and make them yell in pain


If I back this ramz, better back your pal
If I attack someone with this knife, you should also support your friend


In front of the judge, no Simon Cowell
In a legal situation, without any leniency from the judge


Held 8, he's alive, how?
Shot him eight times, but he miraculously survived


Babe's always wanting to beat
My girlfriend is always eager for sexual intercourse


The only thing I warn' beat goes "bow, bow"
The only thing I won't strike is a gunshot sound effect




Writer(s): Eric A., Eric Ajay

Contributed by Nathan V. Suggest a correction in the comments below.

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