Hot Boy Lyrics

I'm just tryin' to chill

My brother told me I'm a hot boy

Shh let 'em cook

Bet it's hits up in that pot boy

They know I'm everything they're not boy

Blame it on the game shit I'm playing with the hand they didn't want boy

I'm just tryin' to chill

My brother told me I'm a hot boy

Shh let 'em cook

Bet it's hits up in that pot boy

They know I'm everything they're not boy

Blame it on the game shit I'm playin' with the hand they didn't want boy

I tried to tell 'em it's fun to me

Cause they think they did something it's nothing to me

And I know it might look like a run for me

It's a walk in the park in the sun for me

Now it's mini me's coming up under me

Cause I fathered their style

They're a son to me

Now they're thinking we're cool just because I forgive

But I'll never forget what was done to me I'm a

They're taking shortcuts but I believe in hustle over hype

I'm the truth it's obvious that I've been hustling all my life

Since a youth all I knew was how to tussle and to fight

I got the juice but I didn't put on muscle overnight

NO

Haters is stuck in their feelings

But I know the deal they're just mad that I floss alot

And I'm probably flexing but not working out

When they see me pull up in the parking lot

They probably would too if they knew what I knew

I've been paying my dues and they cost alot

It's the risks that you take that determine the stakes

That dictate if you're really a boss or not

I've been riding 'round with my top back

Got me looking like I'm deep fried

How they dipped the boy in avocado oil

Now I'm shining on 'em no grease fire

They pay I speak no freestyle

While they're begging for their freedom like please sire

I hunt I eat I feast now

I just shoot my shot no ceasefire

The way they cap incessantly amazes me

It's make believe

I couldn't make this up if it was Maybelline

If you don't stand for something then you'll fall for all the fakery

It's dough all on the man like I just opened up a bakery

Now I don't even try to leave the house unless they're paying me

These suckers got the game flipped

They seem to think that cowardice is bravey

If ignorance is strength then war is peace and freedom's slavery

It's bitter sweet and sour but the sour's sweet and savory

They call it pimping etcetera

I mix the rose with the oud and the mint with the vetiver

Rolling up raw how I spin da competitors

Thus I emerge as a prince from the nebula

It's the consensus I'm just getting better bruh

I sense they sent in a replica

Please don't compare me to them

I'm not sent from the present

Your future's my past I am ten steps ahead of ya

I'm just tryin' to chill

My brother told me I'm a hot boy

Shh let 'em cook

Bet it's hits up in that pot boy

They know I'm everything they're not boy

Blame it on the game shit I'm playin' with the hand they didn't want boy