Lyrics Hot Boy - BBG Baby Joe, Birdman, YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Hot Boy

This is a Hitman production
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(NBA Stunna, bitch)
You better recognize a gangster right here in your face
And I got way worser when I jumped up out the cage
I’m fiending for a victim so you better play it safe
Mentality’ll hurt you when he pull up with the K
Real hitter in the making so you know that you can’t stop that
In the jungle with a tool, clutching on it like a locket
These niggas soldier hating, they think 'bout going in my pocket
So you better run for cover when I up this bitch and pop it
I’ma confiscate your brain if you fucking with my profit
I’ma hop out with this stick and introduce him to some hot shit
On the block with thirty sticks up in my hand and I be wildin'
Baby Joe, he talk that shit to make them hoes and niggas violent
Every one of my gorillas play with Ks and they 'bout it, lil' soldier
Send a hundred bands to your location, where you hiding, lil' soldier?
Strictly 'bout violence, if you 'bout it, what you hidin', lil' daddy?
It ain’t no secret if we beefing, a hundred shots in that Caddy
Pull up with some shooters off that evil and they fucked up
On the rod with that work right by the AM, got it sewed up
Got a brand new baby Draco from my brother and it fold up
Out the window with that stick, slanging it 'round like bitch, you know what up
We quick to kill a shooter if he miss you and we paid that nigga
Wildside baby, I’m out that bottom and I won’t play with a nigga
And all my niggas quick to shoot, we broad day us a nigga
And when we riding, it’s do or die, so I’ma lay with my nigga
You better recognize a gangster right here in your face
And I got way worser when I jumped up out the cage
I’m fiending for a victim so you better play it safe
Mentality’ll hurt you when he pull up with the K
Real hitter in the making so you know that you can’t stop that
In the jungle with a tool, clutching on it like a locket
These niggas soldier hating, they think 'bout going in my pocket
So you better run for cover when I up this bitch and pop it
Tryna go off in my pockets, hit a nigga where he thinking (Oh yeah)
Them jitta boys off jiggas, booted up, it ain’t no blanking (Come on)
I’m shooting 'til it click, but this a glizzy, ain’t no safety, dawg
Got caught up in the mix, ain’t no Febreze, she dig my fragrance
I done put that boy at ease with just ten G’s, I’m talking spank him (Come on)
Come test us, like an engine, I’ma show you how it’s crankin'
I done took a nigga’s spot, no chicken talk or Bigga Rankin (Oh yeah)
Got two million in the safe spot, these crackers think I’m banking
Now I sizzle like a hot boy, ooh, fuck the pastry (Oh yeah)
She wanna eat my kids, texting my niggas, tryna taste me (Uh-huh)
Lil' bitch, look we can be, I got a cig, who tryna face it?
(Come on)
Crackers label me a felon on my record, I can’t shake it (Uh-uh)
I’m bleeding like a cut, and ain’t no Band-Aid for detainment
Glokk Life this, like fuck a butt, you better up that bitch and aim it (Come on)
I’m totin' like I got license, bitch, I’m striking with that stainless (Oh yeah)
Them folks tryna indict me, contradicting my new necklace (Oh yeah)
Nigga know we ridin'
(Uppin' high behind that coat like who got it?)
You know we ridin'
(A baby K, them bullets fill up his body)
It ain’t no stoppin'
(Come out that window with that stick and I pop it)
Think he the hottest, I’ma take that bitch up top with this rocket
Understand this hot boy shit, real nigga shit
What’s understood don’t need explain
We get it how we live it, is you with it, nigga?
You understand me?
Bill shit, one-fifty on ice, brrat