GS1

[Intro]

[?] like bankroll fresh

Bitch, I am a hot boy

[?] like bankroll fresh

Bitch, I am a hot boy

[?] like bankroll fresh

Bitch, I am a hot boy

Bitch, I am a hot boy

Bitch— (Hot boy!)

[Verse 1]

Bitch, I am a hot boy

Roll in this bitch like convoy

Niggas pay off my voice

Pockets cappin', [?]

Eatin' on sushi, pop in a bean

Askin', "where's my soy?"

Talkin' 'bout paper, it's not a thing

[callin' the night][?] like [?]

[Verse 2]

Bitch, I am on my high horse

Pushing the number like Cyborg

Come through gang, got sorority

[?] sorority

Detoxing my impurity

Dressed on belt like minority

On the way out, bitch, ask Siri

Ballin' niggas like Robert Horry

[Verse 3]

Bitch, better don't have me on top

Bitch like, "Can you have me on top?"

[?], we don't stop

Ballin' on wall like crack in a pot

Came a long way, you can't be modest

[?] like hair in a pile-up

Dressin' head likе Uriah Riley

Pop in the pit like patiеnt doctor

[Verse 4]

[?]

Cookin' in a pot, roll everything gravy

Party like Sadie

Fuck you, pay me, [?]

Rappin' dyslexic

[?], he the one blamin'

I got that college

Spittin' so fast, got a broad horizon

[Break]

Hot boy

Get on starboard

I'm makin' rain

I'm on the cloud, boy

[Verse 5]

Rappin' diamond, kill the verse

Need to get reimbursed

Put a Uzi in vert

Sprayin' up a hearse

Bad bitch, take me down, [?]

Huh, bad one, take me now

Sippin' on that drama

[drink?] a mango and a strawberry smile

[Verse 6]

Play time is over, he ain't never love like Maki

[?], kill that restitution

He got plenty of contributions

Clear it like eyebrow

Tell a bitch to calm down

Killin' shit for a life sentence

He ain't talkin' compounds

[Interlude]

([?], freak you, guys)

Just when you thought it couldn't get any hotter, you're now tuned into Hot Boy Radio (Hot boy, [?])

[Verse 7]

[bitch?], I can't get up

You hit my skin, [?]

If it rain, light on the beat

My body bout to sink

[?], couch, hip, burn a nigga

Eatin' cricket, made my own rules

An association for the realest

[?], niggas shootin', pick me

Don't know what that choppa do

But the hellcat kick it

Killin' it [?]

Pay a lil' baby, got the pay on pivots

[Verse 8]

[if you ain't hit shit][?] before you shouldn't get it, uh

You should take my advice as an incentive, uh

Mind treated like a light

Hot below mental

Let a mother kill him, huh

All these niggas ballin'

Press a break, I'm like a brittle