Youngstar BBG, YoungBoy Never Broke Again, Birdman, 9lokkNine - Hot Boy lyrics

This is a Hitman production
What? What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What? What? What?
(NBA Stunna, bitch)

You better recognize a gangster right
Here in your face
And I got way worser when I
Jumped up out the cage
I'm fiending for a victim so
You better play it safe
Mentality'll hurt you when he pull
Up with the K
Real hitter in the making so you
Know that you can't stop that
In the jungle with a tool
Clutching on it like a locket
These niggas soldier hating
They think 'bout going in my pocket
So you better run for cover when I
Up this bitch and pop it



I'ma confiscate your brain if you
Fucking with my profit
I'ma hop out with this stick and
Introduce him to some hot shit
On the block with thirty sticks up in
My hand and I be wildin' baby Joe
He talk that shit to make
Them hoes and niggas violent
Every one of my gorillas play with
Ks and they 'bout it, lil' soldier
Send a hundred bands to your
Location, where you hiding, lil' soldier?
Strictly 'bout violence, if you 'bout
It, what you hidin', lil' daddy?
It ain't no secret if we beefing
A hundred shots in that Caddy
Pull up with some shooters off that
Evil and they fucked up
On the rod with that work right by the AM
Got it sewed up
Got a brand new baby Draco from
My brother and it fold up
Out the window with that stick
Slanging it 'round like bitch
You know what up
We quick to kill a shooter if he
Miss you and we paid that nigga
Wildside baby, i'm out that bottom and I
Won't play with a nigga
And all my niggas quick to shoot
We broad day us a nigga
And when we riding, it's do or die
So I'ma lay with my nigga

You better recognize a gangster right
Here in your face
And I got way worser when I
Jumped up out the cage
I'm fiending for a victim so
You better play it safe
Mentality'll hurt you when he pull
Up with the K
Real hitter in the making so you
Know that you can't stop that
In the jungle with a tool
Clutching on it like a locket
These niggas soldier hating
They think 'bout going in my pocket
So you better run for cover when I
Up this bitch and pop it

Tryna go off in my pockets
Hit a nigga where he thinking (Oh yeah)
Them jitta boys off jiggas, booted up
It ain't no blanking (Come on)
I'm shooting 'til it click, but this
A glizzy, ain't no safety, dawg
Got caught up in the mix, ain't no Febreze
She dig my fragrance i done put that boy at
Ease with just ten G's
I'm talking spank him (Come on)
Come test us, like an engine
I'ma show you how it's crankin'
I done took a nigga's spot
No chicken talk or Bigga Rankin (Oh yeah)
Got two million in the safe spot
These crackers think I'm banking
Now I sizzle like a hot boy, ooh
Fuck the pastry (Oh yeah)
She wanna eat my kids, texting my niggas
Tryna taste me (Uh, huh)
Lil' bitch, look we can be, I got a cig
Who tryna face it? (Come on)
Crackers label me a felon on my record
I can't shake it (Uh, uh)
I'm bleeding like a cut
And ain't no Band-Aid for detainment
Glokk Life this, like fuck a butt
You better up that bitch and aim it
(Come on)
I'm totin' like I got license, bitch
I'm striking with that stainless (Oh yeah)
Them folks tryna indict me
Contradicting my new necklace (Oh yeah)

Nigga know we ridin'
(Uppin' high behind that coat
Like who got it?) you know we ridin'
(A baby K, them bullets fill up his body)
It ain't no stoppin'
(Come out that window with that
Stick and I pop it) think he the hottest
I'ma take that bitch up top with this rocket
Understand this hot boy shit, real nigga shit
What's understood don't need explain
We get it how we live it, is you with it
Nigga? You understand me?
Bill shit, one-fifty on ice, brrat