(feat. Bullet Proof) Fresh. Slim, Baby. Hot Boys. Hot Boys in this bitch. Check it out. [Turk:] Niggas steady getting chopped Losin they life behind
for me nigga, here I go here I go [H.A.W.K.] I spit that hot shit that rock shit, that make you drop your top shit That got the game on lock shit, that
i'm trying tro make these boys feel it And when I stretch this lab I'ma fifth rell it, grill it Sip the eight, don't spit it cause i'm throweder than
'm trying tro make these boys feel it And when I stretch this lab I'ma fifth rell it, grill it Sip the eight, don't spit it cause i'm throweder than most
F.B.I. tryin to nail, but our click covered up smooth Whatever you do, or how you do, it's all on you Hot Boy, 16, playin wit G's This rap game is the
night creeper Back in the game, use to have the damn beeper [Kyleon:] Use to have the beeper, flows like either I'm hot Get out of line, boys finna
we did it Fuck showing love, we in it for digits We gon break the microphone, everytime we spit Gon pull up on chrome, everytime we spit Iced out to the
Boyz-N-Blue year, in that 0-4 We bust the clock on the game, and leave the sco' so Yeah hot stats and numbers, spit raps that stun ya We don't take small
if you want war It's nuffin cause u ain't even fukin with my young boys O u got domb rhymes I got done more I'm sick with it, man I spit it till my tongue
they will do it act like you knew it, see i ain't really got to prove it look around and it show, cause most of these n***** we use to know ain't even
you guerillas we get your head bust (head bust) me and my homies we about that the paper (the paper) it's money we after Straight money niggaz the cut boys could never be no fakers I spit
these hits comin up Fuckin wit us pointless, like being high pissed n then cuffed Gettin this bucks, is light weight rippin it up Aint like the order of the game
hot, my glock is hot my glock is hot, my glock is hot ....my glock is hot ....my glock is hot ....my glock is hot ....my glock is hot ....N-Y-C is hot
on my history I'm known to the world as Mr. F-L-A-M-B-O-Y-A-N-T Killin' motherfuckers off crucial Sittin' em' down mutual Spittin' that ol' playa, gangsta
in the SUV S.U.C. now I bet you E, spitting nothing but hits for boys Bring a role of toilet paper (why), cause I'm shitting on boys Underground bully
the TEC spit hollow tips in your Lexus So, don't fuck with a Compton nigga when he packin' a gat Yeah nigga, I stay strapped. [Chorus:] Somethin' hot
acting a ass, so many shops on jock We got the rap game locked So many dots on my glock, I gotta dodge the cops And we too hot to try and way too cold
