[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Uh
Woo, woo
Go
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Free my nigga Turk, he out now, shout out to the Hot Boy (Hot)
Panoramic roof in my new Bentley, see the sta-ars (Woo)
Red straight-8, red Bentley and red Jeep, I got them hot toys
You say you hot like Wop and Pac, but tell the truth, you know you're not, boy (Damn)
Fuckin' 'round with lames, that's how lil' Scooter got shot, boy (Big C)
Them shooters weren't well trained enough, they missed a lot of shots, boy
I'm Mr. Show-Off, show it all 'cause Gucci got a lot, boy (Lot)
She Miss Eight Ball, she snort a lot, a lot of bloody snot, boy (Geekin')
A hundred pounds, I took that shit 'cause I'm cream of the crop, boy (Cream)
Got so much money hiding in this shit, I'll get that shit, it's rotting, boy (Scheming)
My lil' boy Belmont spoilin', man, you know that boy is rotten, boy
I'm from down South, say I'm country, bitch, but I'm not pickin' cotton, boy (No)
Riding 'round in my Bentley, I'm like motherfuck a top, boy (Wop)
Rollie pollie on my wrist, my nigga (Woo), 'cause I can't wear no Swatch, boy (Brr, brr, brr)
I paid a hundred fifty thousand for this rose gold clock, boy (Woo)
Me and Thug keep showing golds, man, we feel like we the Hot Boys
They call me Big Gucci Big Guwop when I drop my hard top (Damn)
Call me Gucci Mane Slick Gucci when I drop my drop top (Catch up)
If you ain't down with Brick Squad, nigga, you's a have-not (Broke, broke)
Man, we showed out in the parking lot and we could shoot out the parking lot (Woo)
Kill a nigga for a parking spot
So sad your friend got chopped, chopped (Damn)
I ain't gon' show remorse at all, I'll leave and smoke a whole crop (Woo)
Mojo truck like seven feet tall, that boy be ballin' a whole lot (Pop)
Me and Kash just taking money, you know me we gon' send shots (Wop)
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Drop top, baby
Know a nigga gotta be seen in that drop top, baby
With Birdman, I know you heard me
And that bitch cost like two million and eight hundred bands
I'm a stunna man
Got six slugs at the top, no hundreds, man, these commas, man
Free my nigga Lil Boosie
Asshole like Trae tha Truth
They caught me riding in a Benz with Slim, now them bitches wanna give me they coochie
Now I'm spitting like I'm motherfuckin' toothless
That's 'cause I'm motherfuckin' toothless
Spend a thousand for every teeth in my mouth, now my bitches say I'm talkin' too ruthless
Bitch you a rat just like Rufus
Last year I was screaming, "Free Lil Tunechi"
Now I'm in Hit Factory with Little Tunechi
Skateboard on deuces, makin' nothing but movies, uh
My favorite gun is a Uzi
Hot boys, but this ain't a movie
Shoot his ass in his head, leave him dead
Yeah, this verse for Curly Head
Hot boys, Hot Boys, Hot Boys, hot
In my motherfuckin' spot
We ain't shooting nothing but fuckin' Glocks
Ain't it's not jamming, I can bust it at a cop
[Outro: Young Thug]
Hot boys, Hot Boys, Hot Boys, hot
Hot boys, Hot Boys, Hot Boys, hot
Hot boys, Hot Boys, Hot Boys, hot
Hot boys, Hot Boys, Hot Boys, hot
