In this fiery anthem, Nardo Wick and Lil Baby are all about flaunting their flamboyant lifestyles. The duo uses the term "hot boy" to describe themselves, a nod to their high-status, wealth, and attractiveness. The lyrics are loaded with references to their expensive tastes in jewelry, cars, and women. The rappers also touch on their roots in rough neighborhoods and how they've risen above it all. They make no apologies for their success or for the fact that they're too "hot" for anyone who can't keep up with them. It's a searing testament to the power of self-confidence and ambition – sprinkled with a healthy dose of braggadocio!
Hot Boy
Lyrics
Ha, ha
(Cheeze, Cheeze, Cheeze)
Ha
(Go Grizz)
Ha, ha, ha
Ha
I'm a hot boy, drive all my cars like it's urgent
I'm a hot boy, don't get too close 'cause I might burn you
I'm a hot boy, but I put ice on all my bitches
I'm a hot boy, I bring the fire to the trenches
I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (ha)
I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (ha)
I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (ha)
I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (ha)
I'm a hot boy but got a lot of cold bitches
What's that, half a milli' on my neck? Four-fifty
Drop a load off to the trap and tell my lil' ones, "Get busy"
Don't let nobody tell you different, we the littest in the city
I'm a hot boy, I tell the jeweler, "Cool me down"
Still be posted in the hood, a lot of killers sittin' 'round
He was on the sideline, caught 'em at a angle, forced him out of bounds
Send them hot boys on a blitz and tell 'em, "Burn that nigga down"
Ayy, woadie, who that is right there? She look like my type
Don't care how big her booty is, won't hit if it don't feel right
Ayy, woadie, who is that young nigga that be fly?
It's a bird, it's a plane, nah, that's Nardo in the sky
Ayy, woadie, who that goin' a hundred in a fifty?
I'm the richest, youngest nigga, ain't nobody fuckin' with me
Ayy, woadie, who is that lil' nigga with all the hoes?
If you look good, you look good, I ain't tryna hear that you too old
Baby, I could pop out right now, pull my big one on these hoes (damn)
I'm not acrobatic, I'm not flippin' on my bros (no)
All my shit be factual, I cannot get exposed at all (at all)
Grew up talkin' slick, I'll catch a bitch before I catch a cold
I ain't tryna kick it with you niggas, I got broke toes
Don't take it offensive, I'm too rich to fuck with broke hoes
I won't drive my TRX no more, that shit just too slow
Maybach white on white, then I go body, that's my new ho
I know a couple of these niggas really hatin' on me (flex on 'em)
I know a bitch who actin' faithful but she waitin' on me (flex on 'em)
I don't fuck with none of you niggas, I can't fake it no more
Who is that, that's your Lambo? Hell yeah
Oh, that's Nardo? Let him in
Think I'm runnin' out of hidin' spots, this shit been comin' in
He was in our business and got spanked, he shouldn't have butted in
I come from that block where shit be hot, the summer never ends
I'm really the one, this shit done settled in
I'm a hot boy, drive all my cars like it's urgent
I'm a hot boy, don't get too close 'cause I might burn you
I'm a hot boy, but I put ice on all my bitches
I'm a hot boy, I bring the fire to the trenches
I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (ha)
I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (ha)
I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (ha)
I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (ha)
Writer(s): Darryl McCorkell, Dominique Jones, Horace Walls, Irvin Whitlow, Josiah Muhammad, Kevin Andre Price
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration MP, Inc., THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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