What's up man?
These Hot Boy$ back at it again, ya heard me?
Oh and it's Guerilla Warfare time
We got these ol' b**** a** n****z scared
Look here
Luxury cars on chrome, I play that
Five figure bonds on charges, I'd paid that
Ounces of coke at a young age, look I weighed that
My click done blewed up you know haters, they hate that
Come around me with a bad b****, you know I'mma take that
Put a chopper in my hand, and watch how quick I sprayed that
Drop a track watch how quick I go and lace that
Cash Money I don't think y'all n****z could really faze that
Beef with me, I don't think you ready to face that
Put money in front of me and watch how quick I chase that
N**** give me the weed and I'm ready to blaze that
I'mma man and if its my charge, I gotta take that
Mouth off yo brains, and I'mma have to waste that
K bullets burn, you talk and watch you taste that
I'm so large, I gotta phone, the fedz can't trace that
You gotta respect I'mma fool, how you love that
Hook:
Got these b**** n****z hollerin' HELP
Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody HELP
They on fire, they goin burn me somebody HELP
They got guns, they goin shoot somebody HELP
Please somebody HELP
Got these b**** n****z hollerin' HELP
Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody HELP
They got guns, they goin shoot somebody HELP
They on fire, they goin burn me somebody HELP
Please somebody HELP
Got these b**** n****z hollering' HELP
N****, my click raw, play it us we blow s**t
We was trained for war, believe we act a fool b****
We take situations fo, we don't play no games b****
We put on sound to talk aloud, the kids claim s**t
We on another level you stuck on the same s**t
CMB came through now we done rearranged s**t
We got the game locked these wannabe soldiers ain't s**t
Y'all ain't from uptown, can't come homebound and say the flow, you
b****
We don't wear the suit, we wear tee's, fro's and reez
We think absolute, got bigettes on our rollies
Y'all know we drive fine cars, Lexus and Benzes
I don't know what women think they could f**k wit B.G.
Not in a million years, you could come and top this
I wonder who goin do my beats, Fresh rock s**t
Give him five or ten minutes, he goin drop a hot hit
F**k that other n****, them Hot Boy$ come in and shot s**t
Hook:
Got these b**** n****z hollerin' HELP
Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody HELP
They on fire, they goin burn me somebody HELP
They got guns, they goin shoot somebody HELP
Please somebody HELP
Got these b**** n****z hollerin' HELP
Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody HELP
They on fire, they goin burn me somebody HELP
They got guns, they goin shoot somebody HELP
Please somebody HELP
Got these b**** n****z hollering' HELP
These Hot Boy$ on top trained for drama
No way you goin run, try to hide, we goin find ya
I you forgot its my job to remind ya
We bust twos, playa haters we misuse
I don't give a f**k, I bruise n****
If you ain't know, Cash Money straight fools n****
Now Baby got the ‘tillery duct off fo' sho'
Me and Lil' Weezy, jumpin' out the two do'
Lexus coupe with the combat boots on
Soldier fatigue, ready to get our shoot on
N****z goin bleed
You heard of us, we murderers, and dangerous
Ain't no serving us, we creep silent like burglarers
We busting our bang, that's off top we trill
We don't f**k with the lame, we all real
And we about our motherf**king change
We do or die for life
We represent to the fullest, and we ride tonight
Hook (2x):
Got these b**** n****z hollerin' HELP
Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody HELP
They on fire, they goin burn me somebody HELP
They got guns, they goin shoot somebody HELP
Please somebody HELP
Got these b**** n****z hollerin' HELP
Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody HELP
They on fire, they goin burn me somebody HELP
They got guns, they goin shoot somebody HELP
Please somebody HELP
Got these b**** n****z hollering' HELP
(during the last time the hook is said)
It's like that ya heard me?
We told y'all n****z need help right now
We steal and f**k s**t up ya heard me?
Just like that man, not all everybody goin be Hot Boy$
But n**** know who the original Hot Boy$ is
Ya heard me?
It ain't no secret
Them Cash Money millionaires
Man that's the motherf**king real, original Hot Boy$
Everybody wanna be Hot Boy$
Boy that's cold, that's sorry
N****z know they sorry fo' that too
But it's all gravy
Can't strip ‘em
Ya heard me?
We laying it down
And it ain't no secret
You need to get yo' own s**t
Damn, why you have to run with our s**t
We put this s**t together
We the originators
Yea
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