HOT BOYS

[Intro: Trippie Redd]

Twist on the track

Haha

14, 14, 14

Haha

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]

Run up in your house, haha, ayy

Run up in your house, huh, hey

Thirty to your head, it's to your mouth, huh

I might shoot right at your spouse, huh

Pussy boy, close your mouth

Diamonds on me, woah, shinin' baby, woah

Eyes wide open, but you keep yours closed

Lamborghini doors, butterfly doors

Diamonds on me, woah, wrist look like snow

[Verse 1: Lil Twist]

Addy, percs, and codeine

On the scene since a teen

Double cup full of syrup

Got me leanin' like Kareem

Got me leanin' in your bitch

She get passed around like a meme

She go head first into the coke

Now her face painted like Sting

She go cuckoo off the coco

She go apeshit off the bean

She gon' rape shit off the molly

She gon' take five for the team

She come back for more like a fiend

She gon' bag an O full of weed

Soon as the ho off her knees

Send her back to Cleveland like the king

I rob a nigga like Chyna

Take the whole house in a dream

Take his whole mouth in her jeans

Got the rocket launcher with the beam

Got the pocket monster with the beam

Got the cuban link with the beam

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]

Run up in your house, haha, ayy

Run up in your house, huh, hey

Thirty to your head, it's to your mouth, huh

I might shoot right at your spouse, huh

Pussy boy, close your mouth

Diamonds on me, woah, shinin' baby, woah

Eyes wide open, but you keep yours closed

Lamborghini doors, butterfly doors

Diamonds on me, woah, wrist look like snow

[Verse 2: Fooly Faime]

Run in your house give me everything

Close your mouth of a black tape

I don't need no mask on

Turn your good day, to a bad day

We the niggas they talking about

We the niggas they wouldn't see

We the brand-new squad up (Woo)

22 I'm currency

And I'm sipping on a dirty tea (Damn!)

And your baby daddy skirted me

And you lying like a mother fucker (What?)

If you saying you ain't heard of me (Liar)

And I'm killing all you fucking rappers

Yeah, that is a first degree

None of y'all can murder me

Run in your house, this a burglary

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]

Run up in your house, haha, ayy

Run up in your house, huh, hey

Thirty to your head, it's to your mouth, huh

I might shoot right at your spouse, huh

Pussy boy, close your mouth

Diamonds on me, woah, shinin' baby, woah

Eyes wide open, but you keep yours closed

Lamborghini doors, butterfly doors

Diamonds on me, woah, wrist look like snow