Intro
Hot boy
Hot boy
Hot boy
Paranoid at night I'm looking out for my shadow
I don't know who trying to get me
come up got them boys rattled (yikes)
Out of nowhere in the game I RKO on the gravel
I'm not the same I made a change and offed the ego in battle
I used to swing and miss now I tell her pop up like a batter
I don't talk the chatter that's besides the matter
She got A-cups, compliment me told that girl I'm flattered
Still the same ain't no before and after
In the south but always rep the East East
East Coast shoutout Massachusetts for the people
Living life like this my second time this the sequel
Jaymie told me, you don't need no pen you a beast bro
Hop up on the track its Olive Garden just eat bro (sike)
This a four for four
Got a spanish mami with a body
She said por favor
Girl it's Hot Boy Summer Summer twenty twenty
I won't open doors
Barely open shows
Think I'm Shaq song is hot but the flow is cold
But the flow is cold just the way it goes
Trying to balance life with all the bros
Only Bo Knows
Trying to hop inside the moshpit and throw bows
Five eight but still I party like I'm six four
Homebody really need to hit the strip more
Pocket full of zombies let them presidents go (yeah)
Hit the ATM again before it hit the floor
This a bop leave the kitchen if it's hot
We just cook up and we took it out the pot
We jumping out the window summers getting hot
We jumping out the window summers getting hot
Hot boy
Hot boy
Paranoid at night I'm looking out for my shadow
I don't know who trying to get me
come up got them boys rattled (yikes)
Out of nowhere in the game I RKO on the gravel
I'm not the same I made a change and offed the ego in battle
I used to swing and miss now I tell her pop up like a batter
I don't talk the chatter that's besides the matter
She got A-cups, compliment me told that girl I'm flattered
Still the same ain't no before and after
In the south but always rep the East East
East Coast shoutout Massachusetts for the people
Living life like this my second time this the sequel
Jaymie told me, you don't need no pen you a beast bro
Hop up on the track its Olive Garden just eat bro (sike)
This a four for four
Got a spanish mami with a body
She said por favor
Girl it's Hot Boy Summer Summer twenty twenty
I won't open doors
Barely open shows
Think I'm Shaq song is hot but the flow is cold
But the flow is cold just the way it goes
Trying to balance life with all the bros
Only Bo Knows
Trying to hop inside the moshpit and throw bows
Five eight but still I party like I'm six four
Homebody really need to hit the strip more
Pocket full of zombies let them presidents go (yeah)
Hit the ATM again before it hit the floor
This a bop leave the kitchen if it's hot
We just cook up and we took it out the pot
We jumping out the window summers getting hot
We jumping out the window summers getting hot
Credits
Writer(s): John Spears
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