Mr. 100K - Hot Boy (feat. DJ TH3 GR8) Lyrics

Murder with the case
They got me feeling like I'm Snoop, yeah
Huh, they got me feeling like I'm Snoop
Yeah, feeling like I'm Ghost
Got these pussy niggas spooked, yeah
Huh, I got these pussy niggas spooked ah
Niggas say they cut but them niggas ain't never broke no skin
Niggas claim the gang but them niggas yeah, they all pretend
My girl hate the lies, but a nigga know she love the bands
Got a new bitch and still trying to dick her old friends
Buss a gun so big I just gotta use both hands
Buss a gun so big I just gotta use both hands
In stories you wanna be me
Cross pop out 3D
Squinting you couldn't see me
I do it like I'm on TV
And if you think I'm talking about
Then pussy nigga I am than
Always stay fly
Ain't never worry about landing
Keep the chopper clean
Cause a nigga don't need no jammin
All day designer
These niggas think I'm scammin
Talking that tough shit to my face will get you socked
We can box
And if it's more than one of ya'll
Ten outa ten somebody getting shot
Always ready for the smoke
Keeping semis and fullies cock
How I'm a be running around with these killas
And backing down
I'm the type a nigga punch you
Have you looking like a clown
Bitch, we on fire
Pull your teeth out with plyers
Give your bitch Oscar Meyer
Stabbing guts Michael Myers
Have your picture on fliers
Your main bitch sucking dick she a liar
I was taught to be a Hawk
By any means supply my nest
Your bitch a doe doe bird
I smoke with her, she got undressed
Racing in the chally
Niggas think I'm Offset
Finally got my shit right
Niggas all left
What type of nigga
What type of nigga
Got something to show for himself
What type of nigga
It's all designs of his belts
What type of nigga (I'm that nigga)
Punch all the cards he was dealt
What type of nigga
That will spin the f*cking block boy
In the hood, white beater and a Glock boy
Cheffing up the food
They call a nigga top boy
I've been in the slums
Toting guns running the Gs
I'm what these pussy niggas wishing they could be
Thanking me
Knowing when its war times
I'm spanking niggas faithfully
Making cheese getting my dick suck
That's why they hating me
They know I demand respect
So, the dissing is never blatantly
Acting like a nigga that ain't never had shit
Talk that trash you will get your ass kicked
Looking through the tint on my buffs at asses
Say the wrong thing you will get blasted
Bitch
Hot Boy
Hot Boy