Hot Boy $hit - Uno Juune

Daddy, what did you get me today? What's in the bag? It better be some ice Hahaha For real, quit playing with me (Icy) Like, I want all that shit Give it to me Hot boy Throwing signs out the top, got the drop on the block, boy Too soon, don't shoot when I'm riding on top, boy I'm a cold bitch, so you know I need a hot boy Let's make the block hot, boy Hot boy, hot boy, he be on the block Keep the buzzer on him 'cause the game don't stop Hot boy, hot boy, tell me what you want I love them, I love them hot boys I'm a cold bitch, so you know I need a hot boy Let's make the block hot, boy Bad bitch from the Bay with a ratchet side He pull up with that stick, let that ratchet ride My side baby in some Prada, know he gotta take me out But he don't even drop me off when it's trapping time Move the rock like Beyoncé, On the Kardash' like he Kanye Welcome to the good life If he playing with me, 808 and heartbreak Treat me right, he gon' get that good-good all night Money on his head, I could raise that price When you riding with Saweetie, they gon' want your wife Keep the rake just in case somebody wan' bite He wish a nigga would, but a bitch just might I'm icy with the curve, icy with the curve (Ice) We gon' keep it low-key like he flip a bird (Hella low) He would leave the game behind if I said a word But I love the way he look when he with the work Hot boy Throwing signs out the top, got the drop on the block, boy Too soon, don't shoot when I'm riding on top, boy I'm a cold bitch, so you know I need a hot boy Let's make the block hot, boy Hot boy, hot boy, he be on the block Keep the buzzer on him 'cause the game don't stop Hot boy, hot boy, tell me what you want I love them, I love them hot boys I'm a cold bitch, so you know I need a hot boy Let's make the block hot, boy My hot boy keep it hot with the ice on (Yeah) Got the buffalo tusk with the mink coat (Uh-huh) He move that white girl to the rich white folk That the rich white kids put inside they white nose Rich black girl riding in his white ghost We throw fifty racks cash at the ice store (Hoo) His jeweler know he only choose it if it's froze That's why he chose the icy girl with the white toes (Ice) Burner in his glovebox, giving me a rush Top down through the hood, all eyes on us Keep his chains on when he beat it up (Uh) And when he do, it's like we fucking with the lights on us Paparazzi flash, he might let the nine bust But he wanna make it last, tried not to act up (Nope) Fuck me like he hate me 'cause he know I like it rough I said: make it hot, boy Coming right up Hot boy Throwing signs out the top, got the drop on the block, boy Too soon, don't shoot when I'm riding on top, boy I'm a cold bitch, so you know I need a hot boy Let's make the block hot, boy Hot boy, hot boy, he be on the block Keep the buzzer on him 'cause the game don't stop Hot boy, hot boy, tell me what you want I love them, I love them hot boys I'm a cold bitch, so you know I need a hot boy Let's make the block hot, boy So what are you 'bout to do? Uh, yeah I hate the things you do, I hate the things you say You always call my phone and find a way into my place We argue all day long, password not to my phone I wish you would quit, but you went And figured that I'm with that someone else I (Uh), I can't deny (Uh) Woodgrain the ride (Uh) You're not the one, I jumped the gun I can't decide (Uh) Sleepless nights (Uh), Start to fight (Uh) Darling, be, just lie to me I don't mind I don't (Uh), mind

Uh Yeah Won't jump clique to clique, Hit-Boy, but I ain't like you kids They know what time it is Peel off, Lambo tires skid Doin' the most Imagine you and me close I'm too ahead All of that "homie shit" dead Niggas can't call me they friend Or call me they mans Or call me they woe These 40 belows, my heart is still colder Got it in Corsa, revvin' the motor I'm gettin' change, they wanna see me slip through the cracks Shorty is into me, she let me crash Two-person party, we havin' a bash What you think all this Julio for? She told me, "Go lock up the studio doors" She actin' up like it's the movie awards, for real, for real, for real You gotta love a discreet freak, that's for real, for real, for real Nigga, it's twenty on my receipts, that's for real, for real, for real I just left out H Lorenzo in Maxfield Tool on me, we still can't build I be solo on the real Smokin' personals of kill I kept it 1k, that's how I'ma stay She wearin' Saint but she not a saint All ten down, that's how I was raised for all of my days Won't jump clique to clique, Hit-Boy, but I ain't like you kids They know what time it is Peel off, Lambo tires skid Doin' the most Imagine you and me close I'm too ahead All of that "homie shit" dead Niggas can't call me they friend Or call me they mans Or call me they woe These 40 belows, my heart is still colder Got it in Corsa, revvin' the motor I'm gettin' change, they wanna see me slip through the cracks Shorty is into me, she let me crash Two-person party, we havin' a bash Don't jump, clique to clique, most these guys is counterfeit I'm in the hood without a stick You never know, might see some shit She love me 'cause I don't cum quick I'm local but still out the mix This stripper bitch live by the Ritz Talkin' slick gon' get you hit I'm hood rich but I never trick She fine, but still I won't commit Spoiled hoes throwin' fits Want a nigga that pay that rent I ain't like these rappers, all these trappers hustlin' backwards I talk facts bruh, all you after is the fame and the pussy That shit wack to us Uh, I put that on my cousin I been thuggin', two tires cost like 16 hunnit My nigga died, I'm drivin' home, I'm sick to my stomach But self-pity won't cut it I tell 'em, "Up the budget" Now niggas wanna own their masters, y'all all actors I'm a factor, roll like tractors Playin' Ginuwine... the Bachelor If I want it, I could have her And my Amex say I'm platinum I'm at the car wash wit' a bad one Take a pic wit' me, then tag 'em Niggas can't call me they friend Or call me they mans Or call me they whoadies 40 below, my heart is still cold I got it in sport, I'm revving the motor I'm getting change, they want me to slip through the cracks Baby is into me, she let me crash Two-person party, we havin' a bash We don't jump clique to clique, Hit-Boy but I ain't like you kids They know what it is, peel off Lambo tires skid Doin' the most Imagine you and me close I'm too ahead (I'm too ahead) All of that "homie shit" dead (yeah)