Hot Boys

Yeah, yeah (Gangsta G.I, nigga)
Gangsta G.I, bitch
Yeah (we in this bitch, you know what I'm sayin' nigga)
Hit 'em with that real, you know what I'm sayin'
Skrt skrt, Dopeboy
Yeah-yeah

Fuck niggas tellin', drug dealers sellin'
Nigga in the ghetto, fuckin' with the felons
Nigga get the package, nigga ship it, mail it
Fuck niggas tellin', drug dealers sellin'
Got my stove hot, got my stove hot
Turnin' cocaine to crack on my stove top

Hundred pack of that good California
In the black Cadillac blowin' doja
Hot Boy like I grew up in the 'nolia
I'm 400 degrees on the corner
Bitch I'm whippin' and shippin' your order
Hot Boy like I grew up in the 'nolia
Hit that bitch on the road, I don't know ya
Spanish bitch with this dick on her boca

Spanish bitch hold this dick buenas noches
I was gone off a pill when I poked her
I was gone off that purp when I poked her
Hit that hoe with some low, blow her nose out
Know that nigga stay low when the po's out
Hot Boy like I grew up in the 'nolia

Fuck niggas tellin', drug dealers sellin'
Nigga in the ghetto, fuckin' with the felons
Nigga get the package, nigga ship it, mail it
Fuck niggas tellin', drug dealers sellin'
Got my stove hot, got my stove hot
Turnin' cocaine to crack on my stove top

Bitch, I'm walkin' the dog what you know 'bout
Puppy chow in the hood, get your bowl out
Puppy chow in the hood, get your bowl out
Thousand pounds of that Mexican mota
Chop it up and give that to my soldiers
Hot Boy like I grew up in the 'nolia
I'm a beast with the fork and the calculator
Have a feast with my niggas, be choppin' paper

Package solid, my niggas don't got to weigh it
I'm a beast with the fork and the calculator
Chop a hole in a hundred, so fuck a hater
Keep a demo right on me, I demonstrated
Get a package, my nigga you better weigh it
I'm a beast with the fork and the calculator

Fuck niggas tellin', drug dealers sellin'
Nigga in the ghetto, fuckin' with the felons
Nigga get the package, nigga ship it, mail it
Fuck niggas tellin', drug dealers sellin'
Got my stove hot, got my stove hot
Turnin' cocaine to crack on my stove top

Bitch, I'm walkin' the dog what you know 'bout
Puppy chow in the hood, get your bowl out
Puppy chow in the hood, get your bowl out
Thousand pounds of that Mexican mota
Chop it up and give that to my soldiers
Hot Boy like I grew up in the 'nolia
Got my stove hot, got my stove hot
Turnin' cocaine to crack on my stove top

Got my stove hot, got my stove hot, got my stove hot
Turnin' cocaine to crack on my stove top
Yeah, got my stove hot
Stove hot
Got my stove hot
Got my stove hot
Yeah, turnin' cocaine to crack on my stove top



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Writer(s): Fredrick Jamel Tipton, Regis Dupri Bell
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