400 degreez
Ya see me I eat sleep shit and talk rap
Ya seen that 98 mercedes on TV, I bought dat
I had some felony charges, I fought dat
Been sent to no return but still was bought back
Nigga threw some slangs at me wardie, I caught dat
I punished them lil bitches before they can car jack
Now I'm lookin for they family and pile up the war bat
If I aint a hotboy then what do you call that
Nigga disrespect me, I'ma be in all black
Companied by some niggas bout killin' and all dat
Me Cory and Mercy gettin' dunked on
Ride top down so we let the trucks pause
In the jeep ridin' four deep
I booted up at these nigga claimin' they know me
You don't want to fuck wit me
Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz
Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz
You don't want to fuck wit me
Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz
Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz
Bitch what, I'll bust ya ass up
Don't even go there wardie, cuz I'm ready to mass up
I heard about the money thats some nice change
For the right price I'll bust the right range
Hard as a nigga try I can't do the right thing
Only God knows what the future might bring
Nigga might be shy, nigga might be triffling
Nigga might survive if he buy that riffling
With something that'll stop a nigga from playin'
Sumin like a chopper or a grenade in his hand
Boy look, nigga don't play no games no mo
Nigga'll bust ya head if you bang his hoe
Attitude adjustments, do ya'll need?
Don't call the enforcements, nigga call me
I bet cha I'll get them niggas off yo block
I bet cha I'll show them niggas this boy hot
You don't want to fuck wit me
Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz
Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz
You don't want to fuck wit me
Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz
Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz
Alright stop, cuz I done had enough
When it comes to my pockets, I'm ready to bust
Baby let me get the keys to the rover truck
Man let me get this beef shit over brah
Aint no bitches here, I'm from the 'nolia brah
Bust ya beefs head, cuz it was told to us
How I'ma be runnin' with these killas and backin' down
How I'ma look in front of my people, like a clown
The G code what we live by and we die by
The book is what we will never abide by
Niggas drive by, gettin loose
Beef'n with each other like a checker board in use
Up in compton or the watts, nigga
Up in New York ya keep'em open, watch nigga
Foe ya played by a hit or retalion
Or a fine young black females stallion
Give me the keys to ya car and ya medallion
You far away from ya home you's a alien
You don't want to fuck wit me
Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz
Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz
You don't want to fuck wit me
Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz
Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz
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