[Intro: EST Gee]
(Ayy, who that?)
Uh, uh, uh
(John Gotitt)
Uh, uh, uh
(Never changed, still the same)
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: EST Gee]
Yeah, I've seen niggas cry when someone died they never met (Never even met)
I left the streets without no debt (No debt), gave my best for less (Gave my best for less)
PTSD from the shit I've seen, popped pills, I felt depressed
I love my bitch so much, set up her еx, she felt upset
I'm obsеssed with gettin' my people rich, ask Lil' Mike and Ski
You can ask Rico and E, I'd still love y'all if y'all don't love me
Maybe it is what it seem, my mind been clear since I quit lean
I put barbwire all around our empire, nothin' gettin' in between
My brother mama say I'm the reason that he F-E-D
No emotions from a king, don't poke my chest out and I leave
I don't got no time to grieve, I don't got no time to dream
I'ma still be here in your time of need even if you decide to leave
Last of a dyin' breed, y'all'll never be like me (Never)
It's too much envy and greed, too much dealers, not no fiends
I ain't never had no secret feelings, that's why I'm the realest
Made my livin' in the kitchen, fryin' chickens in a skillet
Soon as you recognize the cancer, kill it, only way to fix it (Only way to—)
I be peepin' shit and keep my distance, maybe I ain't trippin' (Only way to—)
Know I live it, paint my pictures vivid like you sittin' here with me
Mind on billions, mind your business 'fore it's smashed out on the window
[Chorus: EST Gee]
Yeah, and I don't wanna die young, so I got mine, hope you got yours
Abandoned by the ones I love, like Wayne left by the Hot Boyz
Hope you ain't get tired of seein' these cars, I'm buyin' a lot more
Hope you ain't gettin' tired of seein' me shine, I'm goin' a lot more
Hope you ain't gettin' tired of niggas dyin', it's gon' be a lot more
Hope you ain't gettin' tired of it bein' my time, I did a lot for it
Hope you ain't gettin' tired of shit, hope you ain't gettin' tired of me
I hope you ain't gettin' tired, ain't get—, yeah
[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
It's Boosie, bitch, I go stupid, bitch, and I hope you niggas ain't tired (Let's go, nigga)
Steppin' out with that shit on, nigga, these bitches never get tired (Let's go, nigga)
Made the bitch put the Tussionex on the dick, bitch, lick, get high (Get high)
I don't wanna die young, nigga, so I keep it right on my side
Nigga, you lyin', you don't even like me (No)
If I bite, you ain't even gon' bite me (Yeah)
Every nigga I roll with, they just do it like Nike (Nigga)
I'm a hustler from the trenches, let me tell you
Lot of bad bitches, lot of feelings
Lot of good weed, lot of weapons
Know you niggas tired of Boosie flexin'
I'll set it off with no question (Woo)
Make a nigga take them VVS's (Woo)
My partner gone, dead from the game
I feel his mama givin' me the blame
Smilin' with my charm and my chain
Wylin' with my charm and my chain
I ain't nothin' but five-self, nigga
But I got my five-self, nigga
[Chorus: EST Gee]
Yeah, and I don't wanna die young, so I got mine, hope you got yours
Abandoned by the ones I love, like Wayne left by the Hot Boyz
Hope you ain't get tired of seein' these cars, I'm buyin' a lot more
Hope you ain't gettin' tired of seein' me shine, I'm goin' a lot more
Hope you ain't gettin' tired of niggas dyin', it's gon' be a lot more
Hope you ain't gettin' tired of it bein' my time, I did a lot for it
Hope you ain't gettin' tired of shit, hope you ain't gettin' tired of me
I hope you ain't gettin' tired, ain't get—, yeah
HOTBOYS was written by EST Gee & Boosie Badazz & John Gotitt & Luxury (Composer).
HOTBOYS was produced by John Gotitt & Luxury (Composer).