Hot Boy Lyrics

When I step in this bitch, you know it's up Talkin' cold, get that dot, come down his

Street and heat him up My heart froze, I peep fake smiles all around

But it ain't enough, oh lord Them fuck boys take it there just know it's

Goin' up

Hot boy, I'm in the city, pouring ' up death inside my cup

Fuck the pain, might just keep sippin' drank

Until I throw it up, high speed chase Doing the dash on them, hit the gas until it bust

My folks need me, my partner told me to break a leg, so I grabbed a crutch

Come through speeding, as soon as you hear that demon

Cryin, you know it's us I ain't friendly, got that squeeze on me

Right now, been through too much Out Here serving, sackin up nicks and dimes for Jays tryna run it up And that's on God, come on, black boy, taking The piggies on a chase, all through Cobb

Youngin' turnt for real, don't check my ID still get in the club Looked in the mirror and I seen scars, I had to

Quit showin' them love A Young nigga been through pain, why you mention

My name? I just know lil' bruh is Dub Ain't say shit when I hit his bitch, she

Just told me she don't fuck with scrubs Ain't say shit when I hit that ho

Still ain't say shit when I hit that lick Nigga reach for this, Off rip, gon' blow

Fuck, I look like nigga, I pray for this Whatever you do, bruh, don't crash out on

God, we still ain't made it yet I had to stop goin' into cars, and go and

Find a paper check My heart cold went to the doc, am I gon be okay

Drak gon fry his frito lay, Just

Got the racks, bro, dropped on B-O-A Post on the block, you lil' nigga was

Inside I was tryna get it off Out the way, you see I'm goin' up, lil

Bruh, tryna take some down Struck on blicks, them motherfuckers came

Off lost, but they came up never found Sitting front 12 them Piggies, just askin' questions

But I ain't make no sound Hit the plug, just got back from the East

And left with hell rounds I Ain't mean to jump off in the streets, Tryna

Make my momma proud Nigga, I Done been on three, four highspeed

Chase and got up out that jam You Ain't on nothin' background, check For real, I done found out how these Niggas spam

Don't ask me if I'm runnin' up this Pape, cause you already know I am

Don't ask me why my heart so cold, I don't know, cause I'm a

Hot boy, I'm in the city, pouring ' up Death inside my cup

Fuck the pain, might just keep Sippin' drank

Until I throw it up, high speed chase Doing the dash on them, hit the gas Until it bust

My folks need me, my partner told Me to break a leg, so I grabbed a Crutch

Come through speeding, as soon as You hear that demon

Cryin, you know it's us I ain't Friendly, got that squeeze on me

Right now, been through too much Out Here serving, sackin up nicks And dimes for Jays tryna run it up And that's on God, come on, black Boy, taking The piggies on a chase, All through Cobb