Hot Boy [feat. Big Fredo 26] - Z Mix
Off top, boy
I'm a hot, boy
Shout out to Legal Money, man
Why you got your shirt off, cause I'm hot, boy
Where you get that work off, on the block, boy
I don't fuck with hi-points, this a Glock, boy
And I'm a Soulja Livin' Tru, that's off top, boy
Why you got your shirt off, cause I'm hot, boy
Where you get that work off, on the block, boy
I don't fuck with hi-points, this a Glock, boy
And I'm a Soulja Livin' Tru, that's off top, boy
I got a 40 and a 30 in the FN
I just sold half a brick at the Weston
And my chopper got the answers, come and test me
It's a stolo if you see me in that Lexus
I'm a motherfucking menace, I'm a problem child
I been a BG since a juvenile
I'm with my brother Frank Castle, I'm in uptown
Hot boy, I'll make you melt when I come around
Why you got your shirt off, cause I'm hot, boy
Where you get that work off, on the block, boy
I don't fuck with hi-points, this a Glock, boy
And I'm a Soulja Livin' Tru, that's off top, boy
Why you got your shirt off, cause I'm hot, boy
Where you get that work off, on the block, boy
I don't fuck with hi-points, this a Glock, boy
And I'm a Soulja Livin' Tru, that's off top, boy
Off top shit, Im at it again
My main bitch mad at me, I was fucking her friend
Told her baby let it go and I'ma buy you a Benz
But you gotta hold me down and stay true till the end
Broke up with them bands, I'll never do it again
Down bad and locked up, I seen who was my friend
Cut a lot of niggas off, even some of my kin
When I take my shirt off, that's when the summer begin
G-Code, nigga, live by it, die by it
South Beach, I don't stop, I just ride by it
In the streets, I done ducked a couple drive-bys
I thank God that I'm here, nigga, why lie
Well connected, come to me for this wifi
Hands on with the work life, five guys
Grabba, OG purp, got me sky high
Booted up, I stay lit like fireflies
Why you got your shirt off, cause I'm hot, boy
Where you get that work off, on the block, boy
I don't fuck with hi-points, this a Glock, boy
And I'm a Soulja Livin' Tru, that's off top, boy
Why you got your shirt off, cause I'm hot, boy
Where you get that work off, on the block, boy
I don't fuck with hi-points, this a Glock, boy
And I'm a Soulja Livin' Tru, that's off top, boy
I'm a hot, boy
Shout out to Legal Money, man
Why you got your shirt off, cause I'm hot, boy
Where you get that work off, on the block, boy
I don't fuck with hi-points, this a Glock, boy
And I'm a Soulja Livin' Tru, that's off top, boy
Why you got your shirt off, cause I'm hot, boy
Where you get that work off, on the block, boy
I don't fuck with hi-points, this a Glock, boy
And I'm a Soulja Livin' Tru, that's off top, boy
I got a 40 and a 30 in the FN
I just sold half a brick at the Weston
And my chopper got the answers, come and test me
It's a stolo if you see me in that Lexus
I'm a motherfucking menace, I'm a problem child
I been a BG since a juvenile
I'm with my brother Frank Castle, I'm in uptown
Hot boy, I'll make you melt when I come around
Why you got your shirt off, cause I'm hot, boy
Where you get that work off, on the block, boy
I don't fuck with hi-points, this a Glock, boy
And I'm a Soulja Livin' Tru, that's off top, boy
Why you got your shirt off, cause I'm hot, boy
Where you get that work off, on the block, boy
I don't fuck with hi-points, this a Glock, boy
And I'm a Soulja Livin' Tru, that's off top, boy
Off top shit, Im at it again
My main bitch mad at me, I was fucking her friend
Told her baby let it go and I'ma buy you a Benz
But you gotta hold me down and stay true till the end
Broke up with them bands, I'll never do it again
Down bad and locked up, I seen who was my friend
Cut a lot of niggas off, even some of my kin
When I take my shirt off, that's when the summer begin
G-Code, nigga, live by it, die by it
South Beach, I don't stop, I just ride by it
In the streets, I done ducked a couple drive-bys
I thank God that I'm here, nigga, why lie
Well connected, come to me for this wifi
Hands on with the work life, five guys
Grabba, OG purp, got me sky high
Booted up, I stay lit like fireflies
Why you got your shirt off, cause I'm hot, boy
Where you get that work off, on the block, boy
I don't fuck with hi-points, this a Glock, boy
And I'm a Soulja Livin' Tru, that's off top, boy
Why you got your shirt off, cause I'm hot, boy
Where you get that work off, on the block, boy
I don't fuck with hi-points, this a Glock, boy
And I'm a Soulja Livin' Tru, that's off top, boy
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Writer(s): Daniel Lewis
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