HOT BOYS lyrics

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Twist on the track
Haha
14, 14, 14
Haha

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Run up in your house, haha, ayy
Run up in your house, huh, hey
Thirty to your head, it's to your mouth, huh
I might shoot right at your spouse, huh
pus*y boy, close your mouth
Diamonds on me, woah, shinin' baby, woah
Eyes wide open, but you keep yours closed
Lamborghini doors, butterfly doors
Diamonds on me, woah, wrist look like snow

[Verse 1: Lil Twist]
Addy, percs, and codeine
On the scene since a teen
Double cup full of syrup
Got me leanin' like Kareem
Got me leanin' in your b*tch
She get passed around like a meme
She go head first into the coke
Now her face painted like Sting
She go cuckoo off the coco
She go apesh*t off the bean
She gon' rape sh*t off the molly
She gon' take five for the team
She come back for more like a fiend
She gon' bag an O full of weed
Soon as the ho off her knees
Send her back to Cleveland like the king
I rob a n*gga like Chyna
Take the whole house in a dream
Take his whole mouth in her jeans
Got the rocket launcher with the beam
Got the pocket monster with the beam
Got the cuban link with the beam
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Run up in your house, haha, ayy
Run up in your house, huh, hey
Thirty to your head, it's to your mouth, huh
I might shoot right at your spouse, huh
pus*y boy, close your mouth
Diamonds on me, woah, shinin' baby, woah
Eyes wide open, but you keep yours closed
Lamborghini doors, butterfly doors
Diamonds on me, woah, wrist look like snow

[Verse 2: Fooly Faime]
Run in your house give me everything
Close your mouth of a black tape
I don't need no mask on
Turn your good day, to a bad day
We the n*ggas they talking about
We the n*ggas they wouldn't see
We the brand-new squad up (Woo)
22 I'm currency
And I'm sipping on a dirty tea (Damn!)
And your baby daddy skirted me
And you lying like a mother f*cker (What?)
If you saying you ain't heard of me (Liar)
And I'm killing all you f*cking rappers
Yeah, that is a first degree
None of y'all can murder me
Run in your house, this a burglary
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Run up in your house, haha, ayy
Run up in your house, huh, hey
Thirty to your head, it's to your mouth, huh
I might shoot right at your spouse, huh
pus*y boy, close your mouth
Diamonds on me, woah, shinin' baby, woah
Eyes wide open, but you keep yours closed
Lamborghini doors, butterfly doors
Diamonds on me, woah, wrist look like snow