Hot Boys lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah (Gangsta G.I., n*gga)
Gangsta G.I., b*tch
Yeah (we in this b*tch, you know what I'm sayin' n*gga)
Hit em with that real, you know what I'm sayin'
SKRT SKRT
Dopeboy...
Yeah yeah

[Hook]
f*ck n*ggas tellin, drug dealers sellin'
n*gga in the ghetto, f*ckin' with the felons
n*gga get the package, n*gga ship it, mail it
f*ck n*ggas tellin, drug dealers sellin'
Got my stove hot, got my stove hot
Turnin' cocaine to crack on my stove top

[Verse 1]
Hundred pack of that good California
In the black Cadillac blowin' doja
Hot Boy like I grew up in the 'Nolia
I'm 400 Degreez on the corner
b*tch I'm whippin and shippin' your order
Hot Boy like I grew up in the 'Nolia
Hit that b*tch on the road I don't know ya
Spanish b*tch with this di*k on her boca
Spanish b*tch hold this di*k buenas noches
I was gone off a pill when I poked her
I was gone off that purp when I poked her
Hit that hoe with some low, blow her nose out
Know that n*gga stay low when the po's out
Hot Boy like I grew up in the 'Nolia
[Hook]
f*ck n*ggas tellin, drug dealers sellin'
n*gga in the ghetto, f*ckin' with the felons
n*gga get the package, n*gga ship it, mail it
f*ck n*ggas tellin, drug dealers sellin'
Got my stove hot, got my stove hot
Turnin' cocaine to crack on my stove top

[Verse 2]
b*tch I'm walkin' the dog what you know 'bout
Puppy chow in the hood get your bowl out
Puppy chow in the hood get your bowl out
Thousand pounds of that Mexican mota
Chop it up and give that to my soldiers
Hot Boy like I grew up in the 'Nolia
I'm a beast with the fork and the calculator
Have a feast with my n*ggas, be choppin' paper
Package solid, my n*ggas don't got to weigh it
I'm a beast with the fork and the calculator
Chop a hole in a hundred, so f*ck a hater
Keep a demo right on me, I demonstrated
Get a package, my n*gga you better weigh it
I'm a beast with the fork and the calculator

[Hook]
f*ck n*ggas tellin, drug dealers sellin'
n*gga in the ghetto, f*ckin' with the felons
n*gga get the package, n*gga ship it, mail it
f*ck n*ggas tellin, drug dealers sellin'
Got my stove hot, got my stove hot
Turnin' cocaine to crack on my stove top
[Outro]
b*tch I'm walkin' the dog what you know 'bout
Puppy chow in the hood get your bowl out
Puppy chow in the hood get your bowl out
Thousand pounds of that Mexican mota
Chop it up and give that to my soldiers
Hot Boy like I grew up in the 'Nolia
Got my stove hot, got my stove hot
Turnin' cocaine to crack on my stove top