Hot Boy Summer

We the ones you hang on the poster
I just copped a couple phantoms and they came with a chauffeur
I just got a new crib that bitch came with a toaster
Got a couple million dollars now the fam coming over like
Label gave me a boat
I just got a new girl and she came with the throat
Go and pop another pill I dont need it to flow
Take shots at your hood then I aim and reload like
POP POP POP POP POP POP
Thats the way that we go
So sweet but please miss me with the cavities bro
We gon' eat we dont care about the calories though
Bad bitch hit the blitz so it had to be thrown lik

We dont get down like that
You shoot first we gon' shoot right back said
We dont get down like that you shoot first we gon' shoot right back

Damn huh
Is you wit it
Take a lil dip huh
Is you wit it
Take a lil dip huh
Is you wit it
Take a lil trip huh
Is you wit it

Wished it then I got it
Then I flipped a couple dollars
Now I got a bunch of commas in the bank
Trade my pistol for a cymbal
I was Malcolm in the middle
Now she call me secret agent Cody Banks

And thank you very much
You got me zooted off a dutch and now I'm high enough to really make it rain
Got my shooters they be clutch
If we pull up then they run
Like some choir boys we really let it sing

We dont get down like that
You shoot first we gon' shoot right back said
We dont get down like that you shoot first we gon' shoot right back

No I think I like it like this

Finally I found
Finally I found
Finally I found
Finally I found love
Finally I found love
Finally I found love
Finally I found love
I found love found love

Bad like Mike
Shoot like Mike
Why you wan' shoot
Thinking bout you

Bad like Mike
Shoot like Mike
Why you wan' shoot
Thinking bout you



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Writer(s): Alec Meza
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