[Intro: Hotboii]
Ooh-ne-nun-ya
(Elite got that heat)
Can never lose like I'm made in the wind
(Mhm Static)
I just rolled these opps, I put they face in the wind
Yeah, I got that FN, I bought my bae a twin
[Chorus: Foolio]
Niggas be pillow talking like bitches, but that hating shit don't matter
Before I let a nigga play with me, I be in a jail wearing shackles (Facts)
To the news, I'm a rapper (No cap), real life, I'ma smacker (Six)
Our opps some cappers, where your gun at? Nigga you a lacker
[Verse 1: Hotboii]
Where your funds at? Ain't getting no cheddar
Now I won't text niggas, get it after
Fuck nigga snakes, I can hear 'em ratting
Foolio swang the K, you know I come after
Monkey nuts, chops came with a banana
Caught him up top, put him back together
Poured me a four up in my Fanta
But they at North Pole, waiting on Santa
[Verse 2: Foolio & Hotboii]
Twelve can't catch me, hot speeding, goose my diamonds wet, Fiji
Everybody who say, "Fuck me", be the same people that need me
Love my bae, we so toxic, once we fell in love, we cheating
Bought the Perc's I need 'em, got a new jwett, I'm gleasing
Remember we were broke, performing local, O-V-E-R, that shit over
F-O-C-U-S, on focus, I'll pop Xanax, got me rollin'
F-U-C-K, S-O-B-E-R, I swear, man, fuck being sober
Said I didn't fade away like COVID, we was masking up before COVID
We going long pass, feel like a hot boy
It's a touchdown, Kut Da Fan On
Rocking baguettes on my Cartier, shit buss down, baguette
Niggas run down (Niggas run down), before the sundown (Rrah, Sundown)
All you hear is "Grr, pop, pop" that's them gun sounds (That's them gun sounds)
[Verse 3: Hotboii]
Gun 'em down, I don't care where the sun is, y'all niggas gon' run 'em down (Gon' run 'em down)
Got the drum ready and my AR, just give it a couple pumps (A couple pumps)
Way before I was rich, I still was giving hoes the run-around
We don't do no snitches, you can never speak on what you seen
They on the run, my heart was nerve-racking
I'm up on the news, we up like every day
I slept by the front door, want to hear everything
Feds in the city, they doing investigating
We went from the sun to shining (Nerve-racking)
On Rico and Zoe, but they can't celebrate
Helicopters over my house came, heavy rain
Fuck [?] that's a fair play
Yeah, that's a friendly play, no, it was never game
But I knew that when they thought that it was
Yeah, when you elevate, that's when they levitate 'round you
But they wasn't there in the mud
Sorry I had to escape, I ain't gon' never wait
I'm doing better bae, pockets on heavyweight
Before you ever play, go check my resume
Before you ever play, go check it, bitch (Uh)
[Outro: Hotboii]
Yeah, young nigga [?]
Uh, and you can't show me love, show me nothing
Yeah, got it out the mud, out the dungeons
Uh, yeah, got it from the bottom like a dungeon
Yeah, you know that Hotboii, he comin' (Mhm, Static)
He comin' with all these drums, he got drummings
Comin' with all these drums, he got drummin'
I want that Casamigo, I be on that fuck shit
Yeah, yeah, you know I pull up on that fuck shit
Yeah, ain't gon' take, but I'm on that fuck shit
[?] in the park, forgot the function
Baby, I can't trust shit, I can't love shit
I don't love, I love nothing
I'ma keep going
(Mhm Stratic Beats)
Ooh-ne-nun-ya
(Elite got that heat)
Can never lose like I'm made in the wind
(Mhm Static)
I just rolled these opps, I put they face in the wind
Yeah, I got that FN, I bought my bae a twin
[Chorus: Foolio]
Niggas be pillow talking like bitches, but that hating shit don't matter
Before I let a nigga play with me, I be in a jail wearing shackles (Facts)
To the news, I'm a rapper (No cap), real life, I'ma smacker (Six)
Our opps some cappers, where your gun at? Nigga you a lacker
[Verse 1: Hotboii]
Where your funds at? Ain't getting no cheddar
Now I won't text niggas, get it after
Fuck nigga snakes, I can hear 'em ratting
Foolio swang the K, you know I come after
Monkey nuts, chops came with a banana
Caught him up top, put him back together
Poured me a four up in my Fanta
But they at North Pole, waiting on Santa
[Verse 2: Foolio & Hotboii]
Twelve can't catch me, hot speeding, goose my diamonds wet, Fiji
Everybody who say, "Fuck me", be the same people that need me
Love my bae, we so toxic, once we fell in love, we cheating
Bought the Perc's I need 'em, got a new jwett, I'm gleasing
Remember we were broke, performing local, O-V-E-R, that shit over
F-O-C-U-S, on focus, I'll pop Xanax, got me rollin'
F-U-C-K, S-O-B-E-R, I swear, man, fuck being sober
Said I didn't fade away like COVID, we was masking up before COVID
We going long pass, feel like a hot boy
It's a touchdown, Kut Da Fan On
Rocking baguettes on my Cartier, shit buss down, baguette
Niggas run down (Niggas run down), before the sundown (Rrah, Sundown)
All you hear is "Grr, pop, pop" that's them gun sounds (That's them gun sounds)
[Verse 3: Hotboii]
Gun 'em down, I don't care where the sun is, y'all niggas gon' run 'em down (Gon' run 'em down)
Got the drum ready and my AR, just give it a couple pumps (A couple pumps)
Way before I was rich, I still was giving hoes the run-around
We don't do no snitches, you can never speak on what you seen
They on the run, my heart was nerve-racking
I'm up on the news, we up like every day
I slept by the front door, want to hear everything
Feds in the city, they doing investigating
We went from the sun to shining (Nerve-racking)
On Rico and Zoe, but they can't celebrate
Helicopters over my house came, heavy rain
Fuck [?] that's a fair play
Yeah, that's a friendly play, no, it was never game
But I knew that when they thought that it was
Yeah, when you elevate, that's when they levitate 'round you
But they wasn't there in the mud
Sorry I had to escape, I ain't gon' never wait
I'm doing better bae, pockets on heavyweight
Before you ever play, go check my resume
Before you ever play, go check it, bitch (Uh)
[Outro: Hotboii]
Yeah, young nigga [?]
Uh, and you can't show me love, show me nothing
Yeah, got it out the mud, out the dungeons
Uh, yeah, got it from the bottom like a dungeon
Yeah, you know that Hotboii, he comin' (Mhm, Static)
He comin' with all these drums, he got drummings
Comin' with all these drums, he got drummin'
I want that Casamigo, I be on that fuck shit
Yeah, yeah, you know I pull up on that fuck shit
Yeah, ain't gon' take, but I'm on that fuck shit
[?] in the park, forgot the function
Baby, I can't trust shit, I can't love shit
I don't love, I love nothing
I'ma keep going
(Mhm Stratic Beats)
( Foolio & Hotboii )
www.ChordsAZ.com