Hotboii - My Lil Boy Lyrics

Say it (what's up, Haze?)
Say, "Yo" (Yo)
Say, "What it do?" (Do)
Haha
Say, "Kut Da Fan On" (Shaad got K Rounds)
Been done

I love my lil' boy, in my heart he number one
If I had a daughter, it'd be the only girl I love
I got on a mink from Gucci, come from out the forest
Trap house swingin' jays, like kids go in and out the door
I don't care what's in my way 'cause I'm defeatin' every obstacle
Wash off at McDonalds, I remember we was poor
They don't wanna get it off the muscle no more
Nigga's wanna get endorsed, of course
No handouts, so when you get that, nigga, it's yours

Love
Okay, I did it out of love
Okay, I did it out of love
Okay, I did it out of love
Okay, okay

Okay, hear the siren, run away
I don't care how fine, I can't be your bae
Speedin' charger, I got road rage
Dirty ass chopper, I told him go bathe
Trap move slow, it's just one of the those days
I just got the A-Okay, pop his bitch, send all the drops my way
I ain't even got to put a bag on it, nigga, hit your block today
They said I would die and I laughed at them, I did it right to the bank
.556, .762, .308s out of the Wraith
Ain't going out in no grave, nigga, I made it all this way
I made it all this way, look how far a nigga done came
I got shooters all on the front line, ain't gotta walk down when I bang
Always wanted money and I'm rich now, it might be the cause of my fame
Always wanted money and I'm rich now, it might be the cause of my fame

I love my lil' boy, in my heart he number one (one)
If I had a daughter, it'd be the only girl I love (love)
I got on a mink from Gucci, come from out the forest (forest)
Trap house swingin' jays, like kids go in and out the door (door)
I don't care what's in my way 'cause I'm defeatin' every obstacle (obstacle)
Wash off at McDonalds, I remember we was poor (poor)
They don't wanna get it off the muscle no more
Nigga's wanna get endorsed, of course
No handouts, so when you get that, nigga, it's yours

Love
Okay, I did it just because
I love my lil' boy
In my heart he number one
I remember we was poor
Okay, okay, yeah (okay)
Okay, okay, yeah
Okay, yeah
Kut Da Fan On