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BBG Baby Joe、Birdman、Youngboy Never Broke Again、9lokknine - Hot Boy
This is a Hitman production
What what what what what
What what what what
NBA Stunna b***h
You better recognize a gangster right here in your face
And I got way worser when I jumped up out the cage
I'm fiending for a victim so you better play it safe
Mentality'll hurt you when he pull up with the K
Real hitter in the making
So you know that you can't stop that
In the jungle with a tool clutching on it like a locket
These n***as soldier hating they think
'Bout going in my pocket
So you better run for cover
When I up this b***h and pop it
I'ma confiscate your brain if you f**king with my profit
I'ma hop out with this stick and
Introduce him to some hot s**t
On the block with thirty sticks up
In my hand and I be wildin'
Baby Joe he talk that s**t to make them hoes
And n***as violent
Every one of my gorillas play with Ks
And they 'bout it lil' soldier
Send a hundred bands to your location
Where you hiding lil' soldier
Strictly 'bout violence if you
'Bout it what you hidin' lil' daddy
It ain't no secret if we beefing
A hundred shots in that Caddy
Pull up with some shooters
Off that evil and they f**ked up
On the rod with that work right
By the AM got it sewed up
Got a brand new baby Draco from
My brother and it fold up
Out the window with that stick slanging it
'Round like b***h you know what up
We quick to kill a shooter if he miss
You and we paid that n***a
Wildside baby I'm out that bottom and
I won't play with a n***a
And all my n***as quick to shoot
We broad day us a n***a
And when we riding it's do or die
So I'ma lay with my n***a
You better recognize a gangster right here in your face
And I got way worser when I jumped up out the cage
I'm fiending for a victim so you better play it safe
Mentality'll hurt you when he pull up with the K
Real hitter in the making so
You know that you can't stop that
In the jungle with a tool clutching on it like a locket
These n***as soldier hating
They think 'bout going in my pocket
So you better run for cover
When I up this b***h and pop it
Tryna go off in my pockets hit a
N***a where he thinking oh yeah
Them jitta boys off jiggas booted up
It ain't no blanking come on
I'm shooting 'til it click but
This a glizzy ain't no safety dawg
Got caught up in the mix ain't no
Febreze she dig my fragrance
I done put that boy at ease with just ten G's
I'm talking spank him come on
Come test us like an engine
I'ma show you how it's crankin'
I done took a n***a's spot no chicken
Talk or Bigga Rankin oh yeah
Got two million in the safe spot
These crackers think I'm banking
Now I sizzle like a hot boy
Ooh f**k the pastry oh yeah
She wanna eat my kids texting
My n***as tryna taste me uh huh
Lil' b***h look we can be
I got a cig who tryna face it come on
Crackers label me a felon on my record
I can't shake it uh uh
I'm bleeding like a cut and ain't no Band Aid for detainment
Glokk life this like f**k a butt you better up
That b***h and aim it come on
I'm totin' like I got license b***h I'm striking
With that stainless oh yeah
Them folks tryna indict me contradicting my new necklace oh yeah
N***a know we ridin'
Uppin' high behind that coat like who got it
You know we ridin'
A baby K them bullets fill up his body
It ain't no stoppin'
Come out that window with that stick and I pop it
Think he the hottest
I'ma take that b***h up top with this rocket
Understand this hot boy s**t real n***a s**t
What's understood don't need explain
We get it how we live it is you with it n***a
You understand me
Bill s**t one fifty on ice brrat
One fifty on ice brrat