Hotboy

Fuck me 'cause I'm a hot boy
Rob me, no you cannot, boy
Bands, baby, in my hands, baby, I'm a band boy
Fuck my money up, 'cause I can, boy
And you a cop boy
Lil ho say I'm ballin' now for a block boy
I had a Ruger, I got a Glock, boy
Ayy, ayy, skrrt, skrrt, ayy

Rich ho, 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 mo, fuck my money up, cause I can boy
Double cup, I'm sipping muddy, and you a cop boy
Lil ho, 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 ho, she tryna fuck me, she tryna suck me up
I don't give no fucks, oh wait, I don't give no fucks
That ho tryna fuck, no wait, that ho tryna' fuck
That ho got no love, no wait, that bitch got no love
Macky in the trunk, oh no, I just be smoking on dope
Bitch you outta luck, oh whoa, no, no, I'm never gon' fold
I cannot see, I'm faded, I'm fucking losing it
Tec-9, it 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
Ten toes, I'm always ten toes, because they plottin'
Never fold, I can never fold, I got an army
I just brushed my teeth and roll up woods, I'm on vacation, uh
Undercover Rick Owens, I just hopped off a spaceship, uh
My plug got that low, don't trip, lil bitch we got them crates, ooh
I just pop three Percys and two Xannies so I'm faded, yea

Rich ho, 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 mo, fuck my money up, cause I can boy
Double cup, I'm sipping muddy, and you a cop boy
Lil ho, 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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