
Hot Boy
Hook: Let's take em' back to that Hot boy s***.
This that s*** that make ya wanna move a brick.
This that s*** that make you wanna hit a lick.
Take em' back to that Hot Boy s***.
(2X)
Verse 1: You say you outchea.
On the grind huh.
You say you moving like the sun.
On the block tryna' shine huh.
You say you outchea tryna get it huh.
Them lil' broads in ya face.
You tryna' hit em' huh.
You say you want a whole pound & a brick huh.
You gotta mask.
So you tryna' hit a lick huh.
You say you aint really worried bout s*** huh.
You like to smile.
When ya gotcha' paper thick huh.
You see ya partna.
Wanna trick on them chicks huh.
You disappointed.
Cause he moving like a b**** huh.
You had to tell him.
Better focus on ya paper huh.
And he looked at you.
Like a mother******' hater huh.
Now he cut off huh.
Now you a boss huh.
You came up.
Now he lost in the sauce huh.
He plottin' on you.
So you watching for the cross huh.
Cause you be damn.
If you gone take a loss huh.
You got a lawyer.
Just in case it go south huh.
You had to flame him.
Without opening ya mouth huh.
Yo lawyer good.
Got the case tossed out huh.
You got em' mad.
Cause' you all flossed out huh.
You got a whip tinted out.
Looking clean ain't cha
You say you focused.
On ya goals and ya dreams ain't cha.
Ain't talking dairy.
But you focused on ya cream ain't cha.
You ain't gone stop.
Til ya diamonds on gleam ain't cha.
Hook: Let's take em' back to that Hot boy s***.
This that s*** that make ya wanna move a brick.
This that s*** that make you wanna hit a lick.
Take em' back to that Hot Boy s***.
(2X)
Writer/s: Kedric Justice