Lil Bam HotBoy Flow

Bubba
Lil bam Hot Boy Flow

Start my day off wit a blunt of runts
While counting sum money up
Phones steady blowing up
Ain't talking cash
I'm hanging up
Some might call it luck
But i stayed down until I ran it up give no fucks
Boy u broke u can say Wtf you want
Stayed dedicated skip the porch jumped in them streets I elevated
100 grand later showed my haters
Ion the one to play wit it
12 hour shifts at Dow plant
Get off I'm sailing zaps
Use to push them packs & play wit stacks
Way before I rap
Always strapped so u ain't gotta ask
My 40 stay wit that
Pdx shoulder strap
This bitch sound like the nolia clap
Let it rip no kick back
Survive these hits good luck wit that
Fuck an abalance get a toe tag & corner van
Bub yeah I'm really wit the shits
Fly whips and fresh fits boy I been doing that shit
He tell people that I'm pussy cause he mad behind a bitch
Take two steps back now u off a Nigga dick
Whole life man I been lit
My kids think they daddy Rich
What they ask Fa they gon get
I really do this daddy shìt
I got niggas from the pass mad
Bitch I'm still getting bands
Hop up in the Monte Carlo
Camaro or transam

Gotta fetish for dressing
Keep it simple no extras
Don't get it twisted I'm pressure
Dropping mustard so ketchup
I see it like a quarter pounder in these streets
Cause on top of all the beef still gotta taste the cheese

Bub yeah I'm really wit the shits
Fly whips and fresh fits boy I been doing that shit
He tell people that I'm pussy cause he mad behind a bitch
Take two steps back now u off a Nigga dick
Whole life man I been lit
My kids think they daddy Rich
What they ask Fa they gon get
I really do this daddy shìt
I got niggas from the pass mad
Bitch I'm still getting bands
Hop up in the Monte Carlo
Camaro or TransAm Damm



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Writer(s): Courtney Jones
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