Hot Boy Songtext
von Hunxho

Yeah, it go down whenever I say it′s up
I'm too far gone, been tryna save my soul
Whatever it come with, just tell ′em sign me up, huh
Fuck what they tell you, run that money up
I used to be a robber, I ain't givin' nothin′ up
I lost too many niggas and that shit fuck me up
I used to be a hot (Boy, boy)
Never act like what I′m not (Boy, boy)
Better not let us get that drop 'cause, oh, boy
I′ll have them youngins on your top, who want war?
These niggas not me, come and try me, shit is not easy
That's my kind, yeah, my twin, we somethin′ like Siamese
I rap pain, they tryna tell me I'm like Rod Wave


I used to be a hot (Boy, boy)
I never act like somethin′ I'm not (Boy, boy)
You better not let us get that drop 'cause, oh, boy
I′ll have them youngins on your top and, oh, Lord
I′m still that youngin from the block (Boy, boy)
Knew I'd make it, why they shocked? (Boy, boy)
My money can′t fit in my sock no more
And it's like every time I drop, they want more

Hot boy, my unc′ 'nem was a basehead
Hunxho son is Xhosen, golden me, I got like eight kids
I graduated, my friend died, so he ain′t get to make his
Ozempic shot for a fat nigga work slower than a Drac' shell (Hot, hot)
Brodie did time in the penitentiary, he BG
Heroin in his system, Turk got it from his TT
Brodie tried to kill hisself, Wheezy, believe me
And he was a juvenile, the judge gave him a three-piece
Street niggas worldwide, to stay alive a dedication
Better leave them kids alone, unc', ain′t no hesitation
Shoot first, ask you is you dead last, shit crazy
And he didn′t ask, man, this shit crazy
You askin' questions over the fed phone, that shit (Hot, hot)
You go and damage a nigga headstone, that shit (Hot, hot)
You caught a gun case in the red zone, that shit (Hot, hot)
He scary as hell, he dead wrong


I used to be a hot (Boy, boy)
I never act like somethin′ I'm not (Boy, boy)
You better not let us get that drop ′cause, oh, boy
I'll have them youngins on your top and, oh, Lord
I′m still that youngin from the block (Boy, boy)
Knew I'd make it, why they shocked? (Boy, boy)
My money can't fit in my sock no more
And it′s like every time I drop, they want more

Hold up, we never wanted to be street, this shit chose us
My son a don, he only three, his name Xhosen
Live by the gun, die by the gun, that′s how it goes and
But I ain't goin′
Frozen, yeah, my neck frozen
Huh, chosen, they know that I'm goated
Yeah, OD on any nigga owe me
A young OG, niggas never hoed me
Never trust these niggas, I ain′t listen when she told me
Any nigga play, they know I psych, go to the old me
Diss, I catch his baby on that bike and it be OV
Know I gotta make it, so I'm playin′ like it's OT
We run this shit over for whoever try to stop us (Stop us)
Ride for my niggas like Chevelles, know I pop up
For any argument, just call me a doctor, shot somethin'
Mad Max, you know I walk with real top shottas

I used to be a hot (Boy, boy)
I never act like somethin′ I′m not (Boy, boy)
You better not let us get that drop 'cause, oh, boy
I′ll have them youngins on your top and, oh, Lord
I'm still that youngin from the block (Boy, boy)
Knew I′d make it, why they shocked? (Boy, boy)
My money can't fit in my sock no more
And it′s like every time I drop, they want more