Hot Boy

[Intro]
Ahh
Boaw Boaw Boaw

[Chorus]
Like get to flockin' Brodie go dumb'
Like, flick on the Sev with the drum
Like, Im tryna leave sum- like I'm tryna leave sum done
Bend through Chester just me and my gun
Like Woo, they better not run
Oh, that's Shiek? I'm bouta throw (Baow, boaw)
I'm tryna make me a blunt

[Verse 1]
Like, back out my shh, start flockin' my heat
I can't wait till I catch a rapper in the streets
Like, bro we ain't deadin no beef
[?], hit him with the V
Like wow, look who I see, I think that I see Sha Gz
Nesty dirty and popped, remember the day you got smacked by that V

[Verse 2]
Oh they wanna diss they ain't do shit
When Brodie went burning
Like, on the stage that nigga twitched
Like, feel to floor start curling
Gimme that chain, watch, bread
Nigga I'm tryna hurt him
Pop out the cut, I ain't even dump
I'm bout to up, why they swervin?
Boaw boaw boaw
Like, Edot bop
Thats the sound that he heard when it popped
Like, grah, grah, grah
He got hit in his top and he dropped
I smoke Notti he za and that Blockwork nigga a cop
DOA dead, got sick in the head, why I keep saying free Flock?

[Chorus]
Like get to flockin' Brodie go dumb'
Like, flick on the Sev with the drum
Like, Im tryna leave sum- like I'm tryna leave sum done
Bend through Chester just me and my gun
Like Woo, they better not run
Oh, that's Shiek? I'm bouta throw (Baow, boaw)
I'm tryna make me a blunt

[Outro]
Suck my dick
Ahhh
Shit dead nigga
Ahhh