"Hot Boy Shit" lyrics

East Atlanta might as well just be the Fourth Ward
Nigga up that .44, they gon' leave you slump forward.
That's how they comin' when you come up in this part of Georgia
Police out on every corner, Chevy smell like marijuana

Tryna get your song played in the club — man, that's at least a hunnid
Them stripper bitches fuck with money, they be yellin', "Keep it comin'!"
I be ridin' down Candler Road with my speakers bumpin'
Hit me if you need it, youngin — weed, lean, Percocet, and bars if you needin' sumn

Mama tried to raise me right, I was more in love with thuggin'
Pops taught me how to read and write, I was more in love with hustlin'
Seventeen tryna rap, I just knew my shit was jumpin'
I got married to the game as a jit — the youngest husband

And I been with it ever since, I'm that nigga in the 6
Man, they treat me like a prince
Wear a glove when you spin the block, the police dust for prints
Wear a glove when you bust that thot — we ain't trustin' no bitches

Said the block is hot, police on every corner
If you spot an opp, then you gotta walk up on him
In the parking lot, we gon' kick it how we wanna
We don't talk a lot — one word and we up on ya

We on some hot boy shit
Hot boy shit
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Hot boy shit
We on some hot boy shit
Hot boy shit
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