Hot Boy
Hot Boy. Haa... Hot boy. Hot boy. Hot boy. Yea
Bossedman like Bird. Bossedman like Bird
You get the bag and fumble it
Yo trap house I might run in it
Yo foul mouth got a gun in it
Badababa I'm lovin it
Dont fear nothing but the government
Take the stacks out the convenient
Straight raw no supplements
Chew em up like some double mint
Say it twice yea I double meant
Where the rest of the bread?
Get slick that's yo ass
Deep conversations say I'm a christian but dont push me to the edge
You might just get thrown off a ledge
Turn the volume up to the max before I put one in his head
All was left was a dread
Body surrounded In red
You might see me in alot of places my nigga but never the feds
They saying I'm out of my mental
Complicated yet simple
You know Jack B nimble
Weed crack we into
Deeply, may see me BET,MTV
Once released you retreat my best
Friends this fn yo best friends are police
Fall back you dont know me
Moon rock I smoke keef
Sing and dance like I'm on glee
From the heart you dont owe me
Play it cool you dont know me
Pack tools we roll deep
Bust pipes leave slow leaks
Screenshots yes slow leaks
Sex tapes Mimi Leaks
Handshakes no receipts
Hot boy like B.G. Hot Boy like Turk
Hot Boy like Juve. Bossman like Bird
Bossman like Bird. Bossman like Bird
Hot Boy like Wayne. Bossman like Bird
(Hook)
Hot Boy Hot Boy. Hot Boy
HotBoy HotBoy HotBoy HotBoy. HotBoy.HotBoy. Hot Boy
Hot Boy. Hot Boy. HotBoy HotBoy Hotboy Hotboy. Hot Boy. Hot Boy
Eastside the street side. Kicked back with my feet high
Scenic rought where them G's ride. A.K. in my Levi's
Banana clip in my pocket. Hold the blunt like a rocket
Did a show yea I rocked it
Molatolf when I drop shit
Hold the beat up for hostage
Game on lock no locksmith
Ball like Phil but I'm a fresh prince
Mean what I say and say what I
Meant. Far from cocky but I'm confident
Love glorify my accomplishments
You entertaining that nonsense
Scatter brain where my mind went
Looking round like where the time went
I need a bitch that I can grind with
Young king and my crown fit
Red and blue lights on th eff m crown vic's
Blue strips but I'm not a crip
Paranoid ain't got alot of friends
Unless they names is fnn I dont go to clubs cant bring wepeans in
(Hook)
Hot Boy like B.G. Hot Boy like Turk
Hot Boy like Juve. Bossman like Bird
Bossman like Bird. Bossman like Bird
Hot Boy like Wayne. Bossman like Bird
Bossedman like Bird. Bossedman like Bird
You get the bag and fumble it
Yo trap house I might run in it
Yo foul mouth got a gun in it
Badababa I'm lovin it
Dont fear nothing but the government
Take the stacks out the convenient
Straight raw no supplements
Chew em up like some double mint
Say it twice yea I double meant
Where the rest of the bread?
Get slick that's yo ass
Deep conversations say I'm a christian but dont push me to the edge
You might just get thrown off a ledge
Turn the volume up to the max before I put one in his head
All was left was a dread
Body surrounded In red
You might see me in alot of places my nigga but never the feds
They saying I'm out of my mental
Complicated yet simple
You know Jack B nimble
Weed crack we into
Deeply, may see me BET,MTV
Once released you retreat my best
Friends this fn yo best friends are police
Fall back you dont know me
Moon rock I smoke keef
Sing and dance like I'm on glee
From the heart you dont owe me
Play it cool you dont know me
Pack tools we roll deep
Bust pipes leave slow leaks
Screenshots yes slow leaks
Sex tapes Mimi Leaks
Handshakes no receipts
Hot boy like B.G. Hot Boy like Turk
Hot Boy like Juve. Bossman like Bird
Bossman like Bird. Bossman like Bird
Hot Boy like Wayne. Bossman like Bird
(Hook)
Hot Boy Hot Boy. Hot Boy
HotBoy HotBoy HotBoy HotBoy. HotBoy.HotBoy. Hot Boy
Hot Boy. Hot Boy. HotBoy HotBoy Hotboy Hotboy. Hot Boy. Hot Boy
Eastside the street side. Kicked back with my feet high
Scenic rought where them G's ride. A.K. in my Levi's
Banana clip in my pocket. Hold the blunt like a rocket
Did a show yea I rocked it
Molatolf when I drop shit
Hold the beat up for hostage
Game on lock no locksmith
Ball like Phil but I'm a fresh prince
Mean what I say and say what I
Meant. Far from cocky but I'm confident
Love glorify my accomplishments
You entertaining that nonsense
Scatter brain where my mind went
Looking round like where the time went
I need a bitch that I can grind with
Young king and my crown fit
Red and blue lights on th eff m crown vic's
Blue strips but I'm not a crip
Paranoid ain't got alot of friends
Unless they names is fnn I dont go to clubs cant bring wepeans in
(Hook)
Hot Boy like B.G. Hot Boy like Turk
Hot Boy like Juve. Bossman like Bird
Bossman like Bird. Bossman like Bird
Hot Boy like Wayne. Bossman like Bird
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Writer(s): Arterius Cox, Myquan Lorenzo
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