Hot Boy sh*t* lyrics

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[Intro]
Narcos
Bust me down, Pyrex

[Verse]
Now this remind me of that hot boy sh*t
That lil' Weezy 'fore he changed his name to Wayne, n*gga
Might grow some dreads up out my head, pop out like Chief Keef
Ain't from Chicago, but I'm guaranteed to bang, n*gga
I'ma let you know, I don't give a f*ck if n*ggas eight feet
I still won't let a n*gga play me like a lame n*gga
n*gga better go play with his lil' kids before he play with me
I'm know to crash, so stay the f*ck up out my lane, n*gga
Go with your move, you lose your life, you make the wrong one
You the type of n*gga snuck in with a knife, I got a small gun
I upped this b*tch at you and bowl a strike and make 'em all run
And I hate to be talkin' negative, but I gotta let it out
If I leave it in, I'ma catch a felony, n*gga, boom
Got a pretty smile and I bust a n*gga ass
I told my teacher I ain't do my homework, I was f*ckin' half the class
'Cause I learned to do my math, 'cause I was f*ckin' half of my class
"I thought your class had thirteen hoes?" That means I f*cked six and a half
I took that gas and mixed it with the weed from my Mexican, it was bad
Take zip out of every .448 and invested in my craft
Givin' n*ggas my CD, but now you see me on the front covers of the magazines and the TVs
They coulda seen me with a P.I.D., but instead they see me with the VVs
BG, n*gga, bling-bling
I make them b*tches drop it like it's hot, my sh*t on repeat
Make me mad, I dropped three albums in a year, call it a three-peat
Keep on hatin', I f*ck your...