Alpine Hot Boi Lyrics

Long live G-Man

We still Gofobroke over here nigga

Lui

Louie clutching grams make a bitch do a toe touch

He aint want beef chopper turn em to a cold cut

Hoppin out the whip pulling bitches out in Roebuck

Casa migas got me living La vida la loca

I aint talking bread when i say i got the toaster

Buss a bitch down like the cane hit the soda

I aint talking hair when i tell you that its growing

I'm Duncan like Timmy plenty D Bruce Bowen

Boy i think im Rick Owens i am not a rapper

A nigga who beat felonies

He's a sideline fuck nigga reeking of that jealousy

Free my lil homie charge wit' trafficking amphetamines

Yo bitch know what daddy mean

Keep the pussy ready clean

I done lapped a fuck nigga but he think that he ahead of me They think that im a guillotine the bitch give the head to me Make her run product till her motherfucking knees weak

Fuck a steakhouse yeah you muthafuckas dead meat

Yo partner he informant ain' gone lie shit scared me

Lil nigga think he woke but he really in the bed sleep

Rip to G-Man im a Alpine hot boi

Mustang king make a nigga drop a top boy

Gelatto wit the buds and the shit look like popcorn

Got a bitch stiff as fuck yea lil daddy she is not going

He Flashed eight hundred dollars on the net

It is not snowing

This glock nine wrestle with a nigga i am not Hogan

Bitch

This glock nine wrestle wit' a nigga i am not Ho-

Louie clutching grams make a bitch do a toe touch

He aint want beef chopper turn em to a cold cut

Hoppin out the whip pulling bitches out in Roebuck

Casa migas got me living La vida la loca

I aint talking bread when i say i got the toaster

Buss a bitch down like the cane hit the soda

I aint talking hair when i tell you that its growing

I'm Duncan like Timmy plenty D Bruce Bowen