Homie, you can do you I be in my own zone quarterbacking my own thang Sticking to the script with it Slick with it, on stage dance moves like Soul Train, yeah I’m on fire, how I see things A pit bull with no chain 4 AGAINST 5 so gang Jump shot for the championship ring, whoa Many gon’ hate, that’s just what it is I got many blessings coming my way Same old swag with a new sound Prayed up let ’em know we ain’t playing around Now they wanna peep game Real recognize real when it comes to this rap thing 16’s full of truth now Recognize I got the juice now
Cause I’m a hot boy I’m a hot boy, yeah, I’m a hot boy, yeah Cause I’m hot boy Made alive in the Son that should tell you enough, I’m a hot boy Cause I’m hot boy!
Know I be about my business The way I make it flip like a gymnast Greatness keep it cooking like a chemist In the kitchen with the flame on Can I get a witness, yeah Been on my grizzy like Memphis but I’m from the mitten Gun Ru bruh Finessing so serious my lyrics make ’em lean like drank from them 2 cups Louisiana with the flow, man 400 degrees with the propane Bass kicking to your chest like Liu Kang Carrying my cross, gotta let ’em know who reign, whoa Turnt up how we do things In the whip burning rubber in my own lane I’m an animal too wild to tame Placing the game at the bottom of the food chain
Cause I’m a hot boy I’m a hot boy, yeah, I’m a hot boy, yeah Cause I’m hot boy Made alive in the Son that should tell you enough, I’m a hot boy Cause I’m hot boy!
Chilling outside and my tank top on And some thong sandals, I ain’t playing with ’em Island boy swagger finna catch a heat stroke how I’m hot I ain’t playing with ’em Made alive in the Son that should tell you enough, I’m a hot boy, homie, I ain’t playing with ’em Cause I’m a hot boy, yeah I’m a hot boy! Looking at ’em with the stale face Church fan on me gotta wave it cause I’m hot boy And no, I ain’t bragging, ain’t boasting, I’m just doing what I love – tell me how I’m supposed to not, boy Fresh up out the rock boy Imma let the beat stop boy Gimme the mic and I wreck it Reflecting perfection Flexing on the perspective of a hot boy Turn up!
Cause I’m a hot boy I’m a hot boy, yeah, I’m a hot boy Yeah, cause I’m a hot boy I’m a hot boy Yeah, I’m a hot boy Yeah, cause I’m a hot boy