Hot Boy lyrics

[Intro]
(You wanna play hide 'n seek?)
[?]

[Verse 1]
I'm in the streets, right now I'm in the stolo (I'm in the stolo)
Four Glocks in the back, I feel like Rambo (I feel like Rambo)
Ran away, I was fifteen, want a kaleidoscope (Come on)
I see a pus*y from a distance, I'ma wipe his nose (On the flo')
He say he a killer, I can't believe that (Can't believe that)
Caught the baby boy lackin', where his heat at? (Where yo' heat at?)
You can catch me out trappin' with some pus*y (With some pus*y)
Bad vanilla b*tch I'm tryna eat the cookie (Come on)
Had no [?] strap on my Glock, what he lookin' for? (What he lookin' for?)
I'm tryna tear the pus*y n*gga that say what he want (Come on)
n*ggas try to keep up, my bag too long
Only time you hear a n*gga when his bag gone
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n*ggas say they spat me on the last song (Last song)
So when I catch 'em I'ma slap 'em if he laugh wrong (If he laugh wrong)
I had to pull up on the curb, me and three shooters (Skrt)
I'm talkin' me, my baby K, and his baby Ruger (Come here, come here)
A loose cannon in the street, don't let the smile fool you (Smile fool you)
I'm super bad, don't make me take the Ruger out the cooler (Hahaha)
I know a pus*y, I could smell it from a mile away (A mile away)
Only time he talk that street sh*t is in broad day (In broad day)
But what he don't know, I lay in bushes in broad day (In broad day)
And I sweep a pus*y n*gga with this baby K (Come on, come on)
I'm in the middle of the street, tryna make a play (Make a play)
I'm tryna see these pus*y n*ggas, wanna make a shape (Make a shape)
And you can tell how I walk that I got plenty cake
I put a bag on his head, he'll be gone today (Gone today)
If you a pus*y, might you wanna stay up out the way (Out the way)
A real n*gga [?] play them type of games (Type of games)
'Cause that's a quick way a pus*y get his head banged (Come here)
I know my OG proud, I stayed up in my lane (In my lane)
I know my OG proud, I stayed up in the game (Okay)
And when I got jailed, pus*y, I ain't screamed a name (Come on)
A real thoroughbred n*gga, I tell it how it is (How it is)
And all these pus*y ass n*ggas don't live this sh*t for real (Come here, come here)
I got my bag right, my n*ggas thought I signed a deal (Come here, come here)
Only time these n*ggas killed if they take a pill (Come on)
[Outro]
I'm a street n*gga for real (Come on)
I'm a street n*gga for real (Come on)