Texty
[Verse 1]
Y'all boys, y'all boys ain't ready for this
Hot Boys, Hot Boys gunnin with the Three 6
Forty cal' in my draws runnin' from them laws
A clip is rolled in my sock, I'm hoping that I don't fall
I'm certainly hitting corners, hitting gates, shit is dirty, plenty tight
Leaping tall buildings in a single bounce still I see them lights
Hear me this, if I go I better go in style
But in Tennessee another bugged out **** ya heard?
[Verse 2]
Fuckin with me, huh? You fuckin' with the wrong one
That fire spit from my K have your brains cooked well done
Now hold up B-Geezy, what seems to be the blood clot?
Is it enough for me to go shoot up them drug spot?
Lil killa Weezy, they drug spot is fuckin' up a **** cheesy
Get em out and shut that bitch down
Well lets ride ****, we gettin high, red eyes, they all die ****
Them Hot Boys started ride
[Verse 3]
We gonna fire **** wet 'em real good
Wave your gat, b-bye-bye-bye ****
Shut down they hood and shoot they streets on both sides ****
We the Hot B lighters
Riding at nighters in two red Vipers
They don't expect two snipers splitting heads like this
Putting big clique in a blender busting gats like this
Full of that danger in all black like this
And if a **** want some more then we be back like this, what?
[Verse 4]
Soze Lord cause the weak competitors come on a regular
Intruders face these barracudas hundred **** predators
Double barrel bust that warned them
Now they surely scared of us
Seriously we party stay out the streets or face the territory
Cowards of the hour sickened by my tower flower power
Shower and devour face the boom, boom, boom, power
Tear da Club up Thugs kickin it with the Hot Boys
'Cause our weapons weigh a ton and we came to bring the noise bitch
[Verse 5]
I'll wet a **** block for anything me and my Hot Boy clique
Quick to dress in all black and drop a **** like shit
Two time on a thug ****, 'bout it since my younger days
Been pullin triggers, been running through the hallways
Playing it raw, sparking at anytime
Any place any where with my fuckin' nine
I got an army of **** with automatic gats
'Bout splittin head ass **** Craig, Ron, and Randy
Hot Boys and Three 6 they teamed up realer
Wanna start beef its a must we freeze it up realer
[Verse 6]
Strangle the trigger, and you a **** now who did it?
Motherfucker no stomach they too scary to admit it
Rearview mirror fucked up so I can't see when they coming
Yesterday I got spooked out and drew down on an old woman
I told the lady, look I'm sorry Miss I knew I was wrong
But you came so fuckin' close to me I thought it was on
That's why my partners is gone, they didn't see the evil approaching
And a **** got 'em if it was me I would have smoked him
Stop all the snorting 'cause he couldn't catch no drain
Now motherfuckers sticking syringes in his veins
Shitty pampers and tampons found all around by the dumpster
Wrapped up in a garbage bag they found a innocent youngster
I'm an all around hustler get paid in many ways
Knew a Dre to get played, had a connection with 'Ye
Once before I went in a house and killed four
Hit the **** for thirty whole that he kept under the floor
Now I'm with the Three 6 mob pushing them birds
**** done made a come up Hot Boys from the third
[Verse 7]
It's the Juice coming up out the dark from apart
North Memphis **** always hard and we start shit
With these mother fucking haters, we ain't no traitors
Busting hustlers and some G's chasers about that paper
Pass that weed if you a friend of me
You see Big Triece kill a fifth of Hennesey
And get bucked wild in the club thats how we be
All you gang **** throw them thangs and show them teeth
It's on
[Verse 8]
**** be sizing **** ridin I'll sign on ****
But I'll die for a few ****
Suga Slim, Manny, and my Hot Boy Clique
Never forget my BG 'cause I know he'll kill a **** more for me bitch
But today im with Three 6 and I'm showing love
Where these Tennessee ho suck dick till they see blood
Wearing my black glove, in case I gotta bust a **** head cuz
**** buying Bentleys on dubs, TV's with VC's is a must
Automatic strap plus, and keep my soldiers on my feet no matter what
Juve got four and BG got ten, while my thirty-two golds **** we all in
Turk got the red beam team, double R, Rolls Royce showin love
Went to Miami and bought a Lamborghini on dubs
**** riding buttons to show these hoes we worth something
And my baby mama, the bitch play too many games
Said she was takin pills now she pregnant again
But it's all gravy, baby
And my children gon' be straight if I'm blind deaf or crazy, baby
Playboy, you can believe that
[Verse 9]
How you love it now, my boy? Manny Fresh
On the mother fucking tracks, boy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hypnotized motherfucking Mindz productions up in here
You heard me?
Hot Boys with Three motherfucking 6, bitch
Written by: Jordan Houston, P. Beauregard, Paul Duane Beauregard, R. Dunigan