Steven Moses - Hotboy lyrics

f** me 'cause I'm a hot boy Rob me, no you cannot, boy Bands, baby, in my hands, baby, I'm a band boy f** my money up, 'cause I can, boy And you a cop boy Lil ho say I'm ballin' now for a block boy I had a Ruger, I got a Glock, boy Ayy, ayy, skrrt, skrrt, ayy Rich ho, she tryna f** me 'cause I'm a hot boy Plotting on how to rob me, no you cannot boy Bands, baby, in my hands, baby, I'm a band boy Young mo, f** my money up, cause I can boy Double cup, I'm sipping muddy, and you a cop boy Lil ho, she say I'm ballin' out for a block boy Ruger, I had a Ruger, I got a Glock, boy Dirty, my guns is dirty, 'cause I'm a hot boy Rich ho, she tryna f** me, she tryna s** me up I don't give no f**s, oh wait, I don't give no f**s That ho tryna f**, no wait, that ho tryna' f** That ho got no love, no wait, that b**h got no love Macky in the trunk, oh no, I just be smoking on dope b**h you outta luck, oh whoa, no, no, I'm never gon' fold I cannot see, I'm faded, I'm f**ing losing it Tec-9, it got no numbers, it got a cooling kit Rambo, I'm sending shots out to your mans though Van Gogh, I'm drawing doodles, they look like Van Gogh Ten toes, I'm always ten toes, because they plottin' Never fold, I can never fold, I got an army I just brushed my teeth and roll up woods, I'm on vacation, uh Undercover Rick Owens, I just hopped off a spaceship, uh My plug got that low, don't trip, lil b**h we got them crates, ooh I just pop three Percys and two Xannies so I'm faded, yea Rich ho, she tryna f** me 'cause I'm a hot boy Plotting on how to rob me, no you cannot boy Bands, baby, in my hands, baby, I'm a band boy Young mo, f** my money up, cause I can boy Double cup, I'm sipping muddy, and you a cop boy Lil ho, she say I'm ballin' out for a block boy Ruger, I had a Ruger, I got a Glock, boy Dirty, my guns is dirty, 'cause I'm a hot boy