B&R

[Intro: Hotboy Wes]
Mm, yeah, pussy, pussy, fuck it, huh
Real slime life, nigga
You know what I'm sayin'? Ha-ha
If it ain't street, it ain't me
All of that come with that, man
(It's AL-D, baby)

[Verse 1: Hotboy Wes]
Pull up SRT, it ain't even much me
Nigga know I stole his bitch (Skrrt, skrrt)
Motherfuckin' shame how you told that quick
Motherfuckin' shame how I froze my wrist
Lyin' ass nigga never sold no brick (Never sold no brick)
She ain't choose up, heard you chose that bitch
If rapping don't work, then it's back to the robbing shit
Me and my brother on Batman and Robin shit (On God)
Glock 22, that's a part of my starter kit
I make it clap like a audience
These niggas started it, speak on the beef, you a part of it
223 hit his arteries (Gang, gang)
Can't let these lil' niggas bothеr me
I'm on a plane, gotta charter mе
None of these niggas can father me
Instagram models massage me, call it monogamy
I run it up like Monopoly

[Chorus: Hotboy Wes]
Uh, fully, let's go, pay me the loan
Look out, lil' brother, I'm paranoid (I'm paranoid)
Seventy-two hundred my dashboard (Dashboard)
She give me that top 'cause I ask for it
Used to be on the block, on the crash course
Hit a bitch, not a lick, that's a bad choice
Never goin' back broke, so I fast forward
When you go on that blitz, get a mask for it

[Verse 2: Hotboy Wes]
Used to be locked in the slammer, I slept on a sandwich
I never could bond out
Now all of these people got palms out, and I'm balling like Mike with his tongue out (Swish)
I remember when I use to run rocks (On God)
In front of my granny and shit
Real go getter, ain't hand me shit (No)
Nigga trap for the ho, can't stand his bitch (Can't stand his bitch)
I can't let 'em murk me, I'm strapped like the servants
These niggas be making me nervous (Making me nervous)
These bitches be switchin', these niggas be iffy and they cross you out, that's for certain (That's for certain)
I be crying some nights 'cause I'm hurtin' (I'm hurtin')
My lil' brother got life, that's a burden
Break a bitch 'fore I buy her a Birkin
Keep a switch on the blick when I'm lurkin'
Rap niggas industry, they really envy me, I'm really in the streets
On the streets where the killers be, fuck who ain't feelin' me
Strap with a stick, they ain't stealing me (Baow, baow, baow)
These niggas cap, they be killing me
All of these niggas be rapping, all of this riftin' and raftin' (Huh)
All of this dippin' and dappin', but I'm 'bout action
I never see him in traffic (Nope)
Where these lil' niggas be trappin'?
Nobody knows (Nobody know)
Say you lil' niggas 'bout action
Nobody knows (Nobody know)
I'm from the gutter where nobody goes
Hit him up close, I want blood on the pole
I use to pray for a plug on the road
I use to pray for my brothers parole (Parole)

[Chorus: Hotboy Wes & BigWalkDog]
Uh, fully, let's go, pay me the loan
Look out, lil' brother, I'm paranoid (I'm paranoid)
Seventy-two hundred my dashboard (Dashboard)
She give me that top 'cause I ask for it (Hey)
Used to be on the block, on the crash course
Hit a bitch, not a lick, that's a bad choice (Hey)
Never goin' back broke, so I fast forward
When you go on that blitz, get a mask for it (Ayy)

[Verse 3: BigWalkDog]
Better come 'round this bitch with a passport
He like catchin' the shots off the backboard (Phew)
Say, lil' brother, you dead or you cap for 'em (Say, lil' brother)
Double tap all the killers, won't rap for 'em (Blrrrd)
Go hop off the stage and go see what the trap doin' (Hey)
Off the Perky, he searchin' the apps for 'em (Hey)
If he snitchin', he doing what a rat doing
Watch a gutter lil' bitch do a tax forum
Pull up in Waco (Huh?)
Armed with a switch, Hotboy got a Draco (Alright)
Where I'm from, it's a hat or a halo
They make his shirt like he fell in tomatoes
He not the gang, but it's up if I say so
He pour it up in the blueberry Faygo
He hold his nuts, headin' places he can't go (Big dog)
In the rain, ain't doing if it's same, though (No)
My lil' AJ, he got him a green card (What that 'bout?)
Killers ball, they gon' make the whole team star
He just rapping, this shit make him seem hard
That lil' ding-ding, boy, that make him lean far
Way before I got signed, I had seen stars
Fell in love with the money, got green hearted
Looking up at the moment, it don't seem far
In the middle of the hood sayin', "Oh Lord" (Let's go)

[Chorus: Hotboy Wes]
Uh, fully, let's go, pay me the loan
Look out, lil' brother, I'm paranoid (I'm paranoid)
Seventy-two hundred my dashboard (Dashboard)
She give me that top 'cause I ask for it
Used to be on the block, on the crash course
Hit a bitch, not a lick, that's a bad choice
Never goin' back broke, so I fast forward
When you go on that blitz, get a mask for it