Wilford. - Hot Boi Lyrics

I got the key to the success
Stressed for the fact cuz you know im up next
(You know I'm up next)
I kill my time in the snow
You wear all that ice but cant handle the cold
I'm just a boy from the city of bridges
Lately it seems like we all got our wishes
You make me laugh man you got me in stitches
You should take care were surrounded by snitches
I'm 21 I'm a visionary
Make these jokers go pull up a dictionary
I'mma go and write up your obituary
Say your prayers just like a missionary
Like woo
Cold Cold city imma hot boy
You ain't really gonna take another shot boy
This is just exactly what i thought boi
Stirrin stirrin imma cook it up like its bok choy
(Run it back)
(Run it back)
(Stirrin stirrin imma cook it up like its bok choy)
(Ice on my wrist)
(Ice on my wrist)
(Ice on my wrist)
(Ice on my wrist)
(I got ice on my wrist)
(I got ice on my wrist)
(Ayo chill lets go)
Kachow
Shout-out Lightning McQueen
Who knew that i could create this
Man this beat kinda apeshit
I added myself to a playlist
And Damn that felt amazing
I feel like i'm on the A-list
In reality I'm kinda nameless
You looking at me like i'm famous
I hope that look is contagious
Critics will say that I'm aimless
Stick to a style that's basic
I'd rather make something outrageous
I know that will take me places
Get a lil touch of greatness
Heard my tracks out in Vegas
Get to see a million faces
Then I'll go on hiatus sign
A record deal cuz I'm shameless
Make some hooks that are brainless fans
Say that this will entertain us
Then I'll be celebrated
Get a bunch of f*cking payments
Plate my whip in that stainless
Dell out on a daily basis
Make sure that everybody hates it