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BBG Baby Joe – Hot Boy Lyrics

Hot Boy by BBG Baby Joe


You better recognize a gangster right here in your face
And I got way worse so when I jumped up out the cage
I’m fiending for a victim so you better play it safe
Mentality I hurt you when he pull up with the K
Real hitta in the making so you know that you can’t stop that
In the jungle with a tool, clutching on that like a locket
These niggas soldier hating they thinking ’bout going in my pocket
So you better run for cover when I up this bitch and pop it

Imma confiscate your brain if you fucking with my process
Imma hop out with this stick and introduce him to some hot shit
On the block with 30 sticks up in my hand and I be wilin’
Baby Joe he talk that shit that make them hoes and niggas violent
Every one of my gorillas play with Ks and they [?]
Sent 100 bands to your location where you hiding [?]
Strictly ’bout violence if you ’bout it whatchu hidin’ [?]
It ain’t no secret, if we beefing, 100 shots to that [?]
Pull up with some shooters off that evil and they fucked up
On the [?] with that work right by the [?] got [?]
Got a brand new baby draco from my brother and it fold up
[?] with that stick slanging and [?] like bitch you know what up
You with the killers shooters if he missed you and we paid that nigga
Wildside baby, I’m out that bottom, and I won’t play with a nigga
And all my niggas quick to shoot, we [?] dance a nigga
And when we riding it’s do or die, so Imma lay with my nigga

You better recognize a gangster right here in your face
And I got way worse so when I jumped up out the cage
I’m fiending for a victim so you better play it safe
Mentality I hurt you when he pull up with the K
Real hitta in the making so you know that you can’t stop that
In the jungle with a tool, clutching on that like a locket
These niggas soldier hating they thinking ’bout going in my pocket
So you better run for cover when I up this bitch and pop it

Tryna go off in my pocket, little nigga what he thinking (Oh yuh, oh yuh)
Them jitta boys off jiggas, booted up, it ain’t no blanking (Come on)
I’m shooting ’til it click, but this a glizzy, ain’t no safety (Bow)
I got caught up in the mix, ain’t no Febreze, she dig my fragrance (Ay ay)
I done put that boy at ease with just 10 Gs, I’m talking [?] (Come on)
Come test this like an engine Imma show you how [?] (Wow wow wow)
I done took a nigga spot no chicken talk [?] (Oh yuh)
Got 2 million in the same spot, these crackers think I’m banging
I sizzle like a hot boy, ooh, fuck a pastry (Oh yuh)
She wanna eat my kids, testing my niggas, tryna taste me (Uh huh)
Lil bitch what we can be, I gotta see, who tryna face ’em (Come on)
Crackers label me a felon on my record, I can’t shake it (Ay ay)
I’m bleeding like a cut, it ain’t no band-aid for detainment
[?] like fuck a butt, you better up that bitch and aim it (Come on)
I’m taught like I got license, bitch I’m striking with that stainless (Oh yuh)
Them folks tryna indict me, contradicting my new [?] (Oh yuh)

You know we ridin’
[?] hidin’ behind that coat like who got it
You know we ridin’
[?] K them bullets fill up his body
It ain’t no stoppin’
Climb out that window with that stick and I pop
Think he the hottest, Imma take that bitch up top with this rocket
Understand this hot boy shit, real nigga shit, what’s understood don’t need explaining, we get it how you living, is you wit’ it nigga?
You understand me?
Bill shit, 150 on ice


Song: Hot Boy
Released on August 19, 2019


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