Hotboy

Want me cause' I'm a hot boy
How to rob me, no you cannot boy
Bands, in my hands baby, I'm a band boy
Fuck my money up, cause I can boy
You a cop boy
Lil hoe, she say I'm ballin now for a block boy
I got a Ruger, I got a Glock boy
Aye, aye
Skrr, skrr, aye

Rich hoe, she tryna fuck me, cause I'm a hot boy
Plotting on how to rob me, no you cannot boy
Bands baby, in my hands baby, I'm a band boy
Young bull, fuck my money up, cause I can boy
Double cup, I'm sipping muddy, and you a cop boy
Lil hoe, she say I'm ballin out for a block boy
Ruger, I had a Ruger, I got a Glock boy
Dirty, my guns is dirty, cause I'm a hot boy

Rich hoe, she tryna fuck me, she tryna suck me up
I don't give no fucks, oh wait, I don't give no fucks
That hoe tryna' fuck, no wait, that hoe tryna' fuck
That hoe got no luck, no wait, that bitch got no luck
Mad heat in the truck, oh no, I just be smoking on dope
Bitch you outta luck, oh whoa, no, no, I'm never gone fold
I cannot see, I'm faded, I'm fucking losing it
Tech 9, ain't got no numbers, it got a cooling kit
Rambo, I'm sending shots out, to your mans though
Van Gogh, I'm drawing doodles, they look like Van Gogh
10 toes, I'm always 10 toes, because they plottin'
Never fold, I could never fold, they gotta' army
I just brush my teeth and roll a wood, I'm on vacation uh
Undercover Rick Owens, I just hopped off a spaceship uh
My plug got that low-low, shit lil bitch she got them [?] oh
I just pop three perkies and two xannies so I'm faded, yea

Rich hoe, she tryna fuck me, cause I'm a hot boy
Plotting on how to rob me, no you cannot boy
Bands baby, in my hands baby, I'm a band boy
Young bull, fuck my money up, cause I can boy
Double cup, I'm sipping muddy, and you a cop boy
Lil hoe, she say I'm ballin out for a block boy
Ruger, I had a Ruger, I got a Glock boy
Dirty, my guns is dirty, cause I'm a hot boy



Credits
Writer(s): William Dalton Van Zandt, Steven Moses
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