Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hot Boy, artist - BBG Baby JoeDate of issue: 18.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |