HOTBOYS (FEAT. BOOSIE BADAZZ)
(Ayy, who that?) Uh, uh, uh
(John Gotitt) uh, uh, uh
(Never changed, still the same)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, I've seen niggas cry when someone died they never met (never even met)
I left the streets without no debt (no debt), gave my best for less (gave my best for less)
PTSD from the shit I've seen, popped pills, I felt depressed
I love my bitch so much, set up her ex, she felt upset
I'm obsessed with gettin' my people rich, ask Lil' Mike and Ski
You can ask Rico and E, I'd still love y'all if y'all don't love me
Maybe it is what it seem, my mind been clear since I quit lean
I put barbwire all around our empire, nothin' gettin' in between
My brother mama say I'm the reason that he F-E-D
No emotions from a king, don't poke my chest out and I leave
I don't got no time to grieve, I don't got no time to dream
I'ma still be here in your time of need, even if you decide to leave
Last of a dyin' breed, y'all'll never be like me (never)
It's too much envy and greed, too much dealers, not more fiends
I ain't never had no secret feelings, that's why I'm the realest
Made my livin' in the kitchen, fryin' chickens in a skillet
Soon as you recognize the cancer, kill it, only way to fix it (only way to-)
I've been peepin' shit and keepin' my distance, maybe I ain't trippin' (only way to-)
Know I live it, paint my pictures vivid, like you sittin' here with me
Not no Benz, mind your business, for a smashed out on the window
Yeah, and I don't wanna die young, so I got mine, hope you got yours
Abandoned by the ones I love, like Wayne left by the Hot Boyz
Hope you ain't get tired of seein' these cars, I'm buyin' a lot more
Hope you ain't gettin' tired of seein' me shine, I'm goin' a lot more
Hope you ain't gettin' tired of niggas dyin', it's gon' be a lot more
Hope you ain't gettin' tired of it bein' my time, I did a lot for it
Hope you ain't gettin' tired of shit, hope you ain't gettin' tired of me
I hope you ain't gettin' tired, ain't get-, yeah
It's Boosie, bitch, I go stupid, bitch, and I hope you niggas ain't tired (let's go, nigga)
Steppin' out with that shit on, nigga, these bitches never get tired (let's go, nigga)
Made the bitch put the tongue and X on the dick, bitch, lick, get high (get high)
I don't wanna die young, nigga, so I keep it right on my side
Nigga, you lyin'
You don't even like me (no)
If I bite, you ain't even gon' bite me (yeah)
Every nigga I roll with, they just do it, like Nike (nigga)
I'm a hustler from the trenches, let me tell you
Lot of bad bitches, lot of feelings
Lot of good weed, lot of weapons
Know you niggas tired of Boosie flexin'
I set it off, with no questions (woo)
Make a nigga take them VVS' (woo)
My partner gone, dead from the game
I feel his mama givin' me the blame
Smilin' with my charm and my chain
Wylin' with my charm and my chain
I ain't nothin' but five-self, nigga
But I got my five-self, nigga
Yeah, and I don't wanna die young, so I got mine, hope you got yours
Abandoned by the ones I love, like Wayne left by the Hot Boyz
Hope you ain't get tired of seein' these cars, I'm buyin' a lot more
Hope you ain't gettin' tired of seein' me shine, I'm goin' a lot more
Hope you ain't gettin' tired of niggas dyin', it's gon' be a lot more
Hope you ain't gettin' tired of it bein' my time, I did a lot for it
Hope you ain't gettin' tired of shit, hope you ain't gettin' tired of me
I hope you ain't gettin' tired, ain't get-, yeah
(John Gotitt) uh, uh, uh
(Never changed, still the same)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, I've seen niggas cry when someone died they never met (never even met)
I left the streets without no debt (no debt), gave my best for less (gave my best for less)
PTSD from the shit I've seen, popped pills, I felt depressed
I love my bitch so much, set up her ex, she felt upset
I'm obsessed with gettin' my people rich, ask Lil' Mike and Ski
You can ask Rico and E, I'd still love y'all if y'all don't love me
Maybe it is what it seem, my mind been clear since I quit lean
I put barbwire all around our empire, nothin' gettin' in between
My brother mama say I'm the reason that he F-E-D
No emotions from a king, don't poke my chest out and I leave
I don't got no time to grieve, I don't got no time to dream
I'ma still be here in your time of need, even if you decide to leave
Last of a dyin' breed, y'all'll never be like me (never)
It's too much envy and greed, too much dealers, not more fiends
I ain't never had no secret feelings, that's why I'm the realest
Made my livin' in the kitchen, fryin' chickens in a skillet
Soon as you recognize the cancer, kill it, only way to fix it (only way to-)
I've been peepin' shit and keepin' my distance, maybe I ain't trippin' (only way to-)
Know I live it, paint my pictures vivid, like you sittin' here with me
Not no Benz, mind your business, for a smashed out on the window
Yeah, and I don't wanna die young, so I got mine, hope you got yours
Abandoned by the ones I love, like Wayne left by the Hot Boyz
Hope you ain't get tired of seein' these cars, I'm buyin' a lot more
Hope you ain't gettin' tired of seein' me shine, I'm goin' a lot more
Hope you ain't gettin' tired of niggas dyin', it's gon' be a lot more
Hope you ain't gettin' tired of it bein' my time, I did a lot for it
Hope you ain't gettin' tired of shit, hope you ain't gettin' tired of me
I hope you ain't gettin' tired, ain't get-, yeah
It's Boosie, bitch, I go stupid, bitch, and I hope you niggas ain't tired (let's go, nigga)
Steppin' out with that shit on, nigga, these bitches never get tired (let's go, nigga)
Made the bitch put the tongue and X on the dick, bitch, lick, get high (get high)
I don't wanna die young, nigga, so I keep it right on my side
Nigga, you lyin'
You don't even like me (no)
If I bite, you ain't even gon' bite me (yeah)
Every nigga I roll with, they just do it, like Nike (nigga)
I'm a hustler from the trenches, let me tell you
Lot of bad bitches, lot of feelings
Lot of good weed, lot of weapons
Know you niggas tired of Boosie flexin'
I set it off, with no questions (woo)
Make a nigga take them VVS' (woo)
My partner gone, dead from the game
I feel his mama givin' me the blame
Smilin' with my charm and my chain
Wylin' with my charm and my chain
I ain't nothin' but five-self, nigga
But I got my five-self, nigga
Yeah, and I don't wanna die young, so I got mine, hope you got yours
Abandoned by the ones I love, like Wayne left by the Hot Boyz
Hope you ain't get tired of seein' these cars, I'm buyin' a lot more
Hope you ain't gettin' tired of seein' me shine, I'm goin' a lot more
Hope you ain't gettin' tired of niggas dyin', it's gon' be a lot more
Hope you ain't gettin' tired of it bein' my time, I did a lot for it
Hope you ain't gettin' tired of shit, hope you ain't gettin' tired of me
I hope you ain't gettin' tired, ain't get-, yeah
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Writer(s): Torrence Hatch, Luis Gardes, George A. Stone Iii, John Carlos Ramirez
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