HOT BOYS

Lyrics

[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