Hell Rell - Boy I'm Hot lyrics

rate me

Hot, if you think I’m not then we can fill this Glock

I’m hot, if you think I’m not then we can fill this Glock

Boy I’m hot, if you think I’m not then you can fill this Glock

Boy I’m hot, if you think I’m no then you can, yo

You see that nobody don’t like me

I know why they don’t like me

‘Cause I’m moving bricks with his stupid bitch

While she sit on my dick like it’s a bike seat

Out my mind? Yeah, I might be

Strapped up? Yeah, I might be

Just want a nigga to try me, have his ass hooked to an I V

Put the joints in my closet that I don’t wear

Bad bitches in my phone that I don’t call

I just came to ball, I just want it all

Made a promise to myself that I won’t fall

I mean none of you niggas gonna stop me

Niggas wearing all this Versace

I still got shirts in my closet from when Big was alive, nigga copy?

I’m so cocky, yeah rude and obnoxious

Cursing out a bitch in a drop six

Yeah, that’s your girl, but tonight and only tonight

Motherfucker, that’s my bitch

More time for the real niggas, two shots at the fake niggas

Middle finger to the hate niggas

Yeah boy, we ain’t gonna stop till I’m your black Bill Gates, nigga

I talk Roberto Cavalli’s, I drop the rack on my boots, bitch

You leaving with him or you leaving with me

Girl, get your ass in this car

Go rolling with a plain face, strapped up, yeah, I play it safe

You know how them Feds do, put 30 niggas on the same case

Five bricks with my first deal, ten more with my second deal

Just because you got a record deal don’t mean you got respect and it real

Fiend niggas come eat a mil, baller hard, I need a mil

Talking all this tough shit but bitch up when he see the still

Alright, check it, you ain’t surviving the drought

I just remodeled my house

I pour champagne all night in the club

I’m pissing them bottles out

A bunch of kilos when a boat get here

A bunch of dick sucking when them hoes get here

Nigga, we might get ready, make sure no blow in here