Hot Boys ft. AmirHated Lyrics

Man, I'm tripping, almost broke some tryna skrt off in this hemi

Want a date, took her to Denny's

She like "Bae you super stingy"

Okay, work one

If they ever speak down on your gang, you gotta shirt one

No, you cannot come round gang, if you ain't tryna twerk some

All we see is red and murder, we keep tryna murk some

Tryna take a life, if we can't do that, we gon hurt one

Thots in and out, got em in rotation

Opposition dissing on the gram, but don't drop location

Remember what you said, write it down, got it in quotation

It's my money, and I need it now, I don't got no patience

Ma like "Who them boys that you be with?", these the hot boys

You say I'm yo opp? If we pop out, bust a Glock boy

You say that you spinnin' and got motion, no you not boy

Bags on his head, get him gone get him dropped boy

Knock some off

Make some twerk

Better break it in half and make some work

Bet not sell it whole, you better break it down so you can sell it more

Opps be really lying, no they not sliding, we posted at a store

I be with Tre5 or with Lil Slime, we tryna wipe a nose

Tj big Oseven, slime em out, he quick to take a pole (Glit)

Ma like "Who them boys that you be with?", these the hot boys

You say I'm yo opp? If we pop out, bust a Glock boy

You say that you spinnin' and got motion, no you not boy

Bags on his head, get him gone get him dropped boy

Knock some off

Make some twerk

Better break it in half and make some work

Better Knock some off

Make some twerk

Better break it in half and make some work

Man, I swear she better twerk

This a opp hoe, so when bro come pick her up, he on a shirt

Swear to God I get em' murked

Know I come through with them bees, smacking shit I feel like candy man

Tried to hop the gate and he caught bullets in his Fanny man

I can't go nowhere without this gun, it come in handy man

Made that pussy boy run up tree, he look like sandy man

You ain't killed that man that killed yo man's, that's that real hurt

Sending .556s till his face gone, don't feel hurt

Shooting rainbow shots up out that post, I'm the real Dirk

Top shotta, I put you on a mission, this that real work

Haha

You can't get you man's back

Send him past the sun, where them white bitches get tans at

Tryna have this paper touch the ceiling, where the fans at

How the fuck you see me and don't shoot? Promise you won't get yo chance back

Momma said I'll always be a misfit

Must've thought dis was the NFL, the way we blitz shit

You gon get yo bitch hit, yo mouth you better watch that

Nigga wanna nut up, we shoot him where his crotch at

You know ima demon boy

You thought you could catch me wit no burner, is you dreamin' boy?

Thought it was Alicia, way this blicky get to singing boy

Ma like "Who them boys that you be with?", these the hot boys

You say I'm yo opp? If we pop out, bust a Glock boy

You say that you spinnin' and got motion, no you not boy

Bags on his head, get him gone get him dropped boy