Hot Boys - Freddie Gibbs

Gangsta G.I., bitch

Yeah (we in this bitch, you know what I’m sayin' nigga)

Hit em with that real, you know what I’m sayin'

SKRT SKRT

Dopeboy…

Yeah yeah

Fuck niggas tellin, drug dealers sellin'

Nigga in the ghetto, fuckin' with the felons

Nigga get the package, nigga ship it, mail it

Fuck niggas tellin, drug dealers sellin'

Got my stove hot, got my stove hot

Turnin' cocaine to crack on my stove top

Hundred pack of that good California

In the black Cadillac blowin' doja

Hot Boy like I grew up in the 'Nolia

I’m 400 Degreez on the corner

Bitch I’m whippin and shippin' your order

Hot Boy like I grew up in the 'Nolia

Hit that bitch on the road I don’t know ya

Spanish bitch with this dick on her boca

Spanish bitch hold this dick buenas noches

I was gone off a pill when I poked her

I was gone off that purp when I poked her

Hit that hoe with some low, blow her nose out

Know that nigga stay low when the po’s out

Hot Boy like I grew up in the 'Nolia

Fuck niggas tellin, drug dealers sellin'

Nigga in the ghetto, fuckin' with the felons

Nigga get the package, nigga ship it, mail it

Fuck niggas tellin, drug dealers sellin'

Got my stove hot, got my stove hot

Turnin' cocaine to crack on my stove top

Bitch I’m walkin' the dog what you know 'bout

Puppy chow in the hood get your bowl out

Puppy chow in the hood get your bowl out

Thousand pounds of that Mexican mota

Chop it up and give that to my soldiers

Hot Boy like I grew up in the 'Nolia

I’m a beast with the fork and the calculator

Have a feast with my niggas, be choppin' paper

Package solid, my niggas don’t got to weigh it

I’m a beast with the fork and the calculator

Chop a hole in a hundred, so fuck a hater

Keep a demo right on me, I demonstrated

Get a package, my nigga you better weigh it

I’m a beast with the fork and the calculator

Fuck niggas tellin, drug dealers sellin'

Nigga in the ghetto, fuckin' with the felons

Nigga get the package, nigga ship it, mail it

Fuck niggas tellin, drug dealers sellin'

Got my stove hot, got my stove hot

Turnin' cocaine to crack on my stove top

Bitch I’m walkin' the dog what you know 'bout

Puppy chow in the hood get your bowl out

Puppy chow in the hood get your bowl out

Thousand pounds of that Mexican mota

Chop it up and give that to my soldiers

Hot Boy like I grew up in the 'Nolia

Got my stove hot, got my stove hot

Turnin' cocaine to crack on my stove top