Hoy Boys I`m A Hot Boy Lyrics

I`m A Hot Boy Lyrics

f/ B.G.







[B.G.]



I take drama as far as it could go



I ain't no ho



That is something u would wanna know



I get loose as a goose



When beef in my presence



i'm a hot boy fa'sho



Nigga a living legend



I straight creep if I get beef with ya



They got T-shirt waiting on yo fucking picture



Yo head leak like water drippin from a faucet



Cause I was in the hospital



Yo wootay these niggas think I lost it



But I'm still a head busta



Run with straight real niggas



That's a fatigue nigga



So this the deal with ya



All about cash daddy



Face behind the mask daddy



Choppers with 50 in em'



Ready to blast daddy



Duck or get down nigga



Bounce or get bounce nigga



U on side of a milk carton



Can't be found nigga



Take it how u wanna 



Bring how u feel



Take in blood nigga you get it how u live







Chorus: ( Juve)



Where the villian be



That's where I'll stand



I'm comming with autilary



Up in my hand



I'm showing u bitches the reason I'm the man



I'm stopping u hoes from breathing u understand







Verse 2: ( B.G)



It don't stop



It want stop



My glockon safety



Cock if you get shot



Don't get shocked



Cause you are aware of my actions



U know I that U heard of me



And that's a fact son



I'm bout whatever u bout nigga allday



I'm 100% thug



U wont't trigga play



It's all gravy let's handle it



I get scandalous



I call baby it's confusion



Army tool we using



He beep me back



We clicking up we set up



A dangerous mob



Once u wet up



No getting up



That's how it is



I hustle for my G's



Over hundred G's



Stun'n with versace



It's straight soldiers ree's



And soldiers rags, soldiers hats,



Soldiers jackets nigga we bustin' soldiers pants



We wanna go all the way out



And thug?????



Uptown my stumpping ground we camflouge down







(chours)







Verse 3: If you aint bout no paper



I ain't fucking with ya 



U outta line



I'm gon flip ya



B.g toten big pistol



U know I represent



Full of that dope behind lime tint



Mercedes what I'm in



We steal is a lil hint



That u murder if you flinch



6feet in where u sent



My occupation consist



Putting momma on the front bench



My click is often dangerous



If they caught to hang with us thug with us



Cause trust if u outside ain't no love with us



Where I'll be all my rounds fucking down



And that's dat UPT



U ain't gotta hide you get down



But it all good



U get dirty I get dirty



We all hood U be slurgin I be slurgin



In the 929 fullu loaded sitting on chrome



I'm hot boy that need a hot girl to take home



I aint' gone bone light 



On dat dope dick



I know you heard that we go all night



Yo girl ?????? say B.G. ain't right







Chorus til end