Bandana tied like Bankroll Fresh, bitch, I am a hot boy

Bandana tied like Bankroll Fresh, bitch, I am a hot boy

Bandana tied like Bankroll Fresh, bitch, I am a hot boy

Bitch, I am a hot boy

Bitch I am a hot boy, roll in the this bitch like convoy

**** get paid off my voice, pockets, cabbage, bok choy

Eating on sushi, popping a bean, ask 'em where is my soy

Talking 'bout paper, it's not a thing, call in the night like coyote

Bitch, I'm on my high horse, punching 'em like cyborg

Come through the game with seniority, whole lotta hoes like sorority

Detoxing my impurities, dressed all black like minority

Wonder where you at, bitch, ask Siri, ball on **** like Rob Horry

Bitch better off have me on top, bitch, like candle have me on top

Birthday everyday, we don't stop, boiling the water like croc in the pot

Came a long way, he can't be modest, casting the spell like Harry Potter

Dots on yo' head like you Rottweiler, popping these pill like patient and doctor

Can't shit phase me, cooking the pot roast, everything gravy

Hawking like Sadie, fuck you, pay me, going Al-Qaeda

Rapping dyslectic, mixing the metrics, he the one blaming

I cannot count it, spend it so fast, gotta broadened horizons

Hot boy, you don't stop, boy

I make it rain, I'm on the clock, boy

Bet a million dollars I'ma kill this verse, need to get reimbursed

Put a uzi in a vert, spraying up a hearse

Bad bitch take me down, Chris brown, bet she taste me now

Sipping on that Jamba Juice, got a mango and a strawberry smile

Play time is over, he ain't never lied like Marcus Houston

He should collect restitution, he got plenty contributions

He need a raise like eye brows, tell a lil' bitch to calm down

Killing shit for a life sentence, he ain't talking compounds

Just when you thought it couldn't get any hotter

You're now tuned into Hot Boy Radio

Bitch wanna get up in my skin, through that thick and thin

Infrared light on the beam, my body 'bout to sin

Coulda ate a kettle chip but a **** eating cricket

Made on my own rules, the association for the realest

Up early AM and a **** shooting pigment

Don't know what that choppa do but that Hellcat kicking

Feeling fr-fr-froggy, ribbit

Racking up the plays like Lil' Bibby, got the paint on pivot

If you ain't hear this shit before, you shouldn't get it

You should take my advice as a incentive

My treat it like a light heart below mental

Let 'em out the kennel

All these **** bone, pretzel, break 'em like it brittle