Hotboyz (feat. Dra)

Ring on every finger
Like i'm a hall of fame athlete

The hottest in the city
Can't let you niggas extinguish me

7 Letter of the alphabet
Lil b***** I been a G

7 Letter of the alphabet
Gotta Givenchy me

I won't rock no guess
Cause this isn't my first visit

Her P**** paradise
And curves is so exquisite

B**** it big blunt gang
We ain rolling up no midget

Boy he say want a chicken
And we sold his ass a pigeon

It big smoke like we flying
in the cloud he screamin that it up
But we about to shut it down

Go the 30 on me now
And I call up them 100 rounds

I just smoked a hold pound
Eyes looking like China Town

I want check around my neck
And I'm getting it buss down

Had ah dream the other day
That my nigga just touchdown

Bitch I'm winning can't satisfy
Me with nominated I'm work

My a** off so I can go out
Like the greatest for real

And all that hate it don't affect me
But gotta make them remember me

Hold up

Dra with me gotta remember we

We the new generation hotboyz
But we from Atlanta

Gold grillz and Cartier's
Plus my Nip Blue Bandanna

I'm just cooling with the gang
Pouring 4's inside a Fanta

They don't wanna see us win
So you know they turn the channel

They gone remember the menace
I'ma go out just like a god

They gone remember ah menace
I nicca never pulled my card

I get the bag and put it up cause
I know time get hard

I play the game and play it
Smoove you gotta play it smart

Aye bitch I'm living like Nuke
I might just pull up and shoot

Might get sprite pour a deuce
I might just spike out a juice

I got got on light ice but
Im hotter then hell boy

They say I'm heaven sent
But we living on hell boy

Slide down Simpson to see Ronnie
They boy there foolish

I know lil ced wanna caught
A body I tell'em cool it

Dreek told me he sat say
Dra play it safe
You know the deal on the way

I wanna caught me a case
Shoot off me ah Nigga face

For real

And all that hate it don't affect me
But gotta make them remember me

Dra with me gotta remember we

We the new generation hotboyz
But we from Atlanta

Gold grillz and Cartier's
Plus my Nip Blue Bandanna

I'm just cooling with the gang
Pouring 4's inside a Fanta

They don't wanna see me win
So you know they turn the channel



Credits
Writer(s): Rodriquez Strickland
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