Letra de B&R - Hotboy Wes

(Feat. BigWalkDog)

Mm, yeah, pussy, pussy, fuck it, huh

Real slum life, nigga

You know what I'm sayin'? Ha-ha

If it ain't street, it ain't me

All of that come with that, man

(It's AL-D, baby)

Pull up SRT, it ain't even much me

Nigga know I stole his bitch (Skrrt, skrrt)

Motherfuckin' shame how you told that quick

Motherfuckin' shame how I froze my wrist

Lyin' ass nigga never sold no brick (Never sold no brick)

She ain't choose up, heard you chose that bitch

If rapping don't work, then it's back to the robbing shit

Me and my brother on Batman and Robin shit (On God)

Glock 22, that's a part of my starter kit

I make it clap like a audience

These niggas started it, speak on the beef, you a part of it

.223 hit his arteries (Gang, gang)

Can't let these lil' niggas bother me

I'm on a plane, gotta charter me

None of these niggas can father me

Instagram models massage me, call it monogamy

I run it up like Monopoly

Uh, fully, let's go, pay me the loan

Look out, lil' brother, I'm paranoid (I'm paranoid)

Seventy-two hundred my dashboard (Dashboard)

She give me that top 'cause I ask for it

Used to be on the block, on the crash course

Hit a bitch, not a lick, that's a bad choice

Never goin' back broke, so I fast forward

When you go on that blitz, get a mask for it

Used to be locked in the slammer, I slept on a sandwich

I never could bond out

Now all of these people got palms out, and I'm balling like Mike with his tongue out (Swish)

I remember when I use to run rocks (On God)

In front of my granny and shit

Real go getter, ain't hand me shit (No)

Nigga trap for the ho, can't stand his bitch (Can't stand his bitch)

I can't let 'em murk me, I'm strapped like the servants

These niggas be making me nervous (Making me nervous)

These bitches be switchin', these niggas be iffy and they cross you out, that's for certain (That's for certain)

I be crying some nights 'cause I'm hurtin' (I'm hurtin')

My lil' brother got life, that's a burden

Break a bitch 'fore I buy her a Birkin

Keep a switch on the blick when I'm lurkin'

Rap niggas industry, they really envy me, I'm really in the streets

On the streets where the killers be, fuck who ain't feelin' me

Strap with a stick, they ain't stealing me (Baow, baow, baow)

These niggas cap, they be killing me

All of these niggas be rapping, all of this riftin' and raftin' (Huh)

All of this dippin' and dappin', but I'm 'bout action

I never see him in traffic (Nope)

Where these lil' niggas be trappin'?

Nobody knows (Nobody know)

Say you lil' niggas 'bout action

Nobody knows (Nobody know)

I'm from the gutter where nobody goes

Hit him up close, I want blood on the pole

I use to pray for a plug on the road

I use to pray for my brothers parole (Parole)

Uh, fully, let's go, pay me the loan

Look out, lil' brother, I'm paranoid (I'm paranoid)

Seventy-two hundred my dashboard (Dashboard)

She give me that top 'cause I ask for it (Hey)

Used to be on the block, on the crash course

Hit a bitch, not a lick, that's a bad choice (Hey)

Never goin' back broke, so I fast forward

When you go on that blitz, get a mask for it (Ayy)

Better come 'round this bitch with a passport

He like catchin' the shots off the backboard (Phew)

Say, lil' brother, you dead or you cap for 'em (Say, lil' brother)

Double tap all the killers, won't rap for 'em (Blrrrd)

Go hop off the stage and go see what the trap doin' (Hey)

Off the Perky, he searchin' the apps for 'em (Hey)

If he snitchin', he doing what a rat doing

Watch a gutter lil' bitch do a tax forum

Pull up in Waco (Huh?)

Armed with a switch, Hotboy got a Draco (Alright)

Where I'm from, it's a hat or a halo

They make his shirt like he fell in tomatoes

He not the gang, but it's up if I say so

He pour it up in the blueberry Faygo

He hold his nuts, headin' places he can't go (Big dog)

In the rain, ain't doing if it's same, though (No)

My lil' AJ, he got him a green card (What that 'bout?)

Killers ball, they gon' make the whole team star

He just rapping, this shit make him seem hard

That lil' ding-ding, boy, that make him lean far

Way before I got signed, I had seen stars

Fell in love with the money, got green hearted

Looking up at the moment, it don't seem far

In the middle of the hood sayin', "Oh Lord" (Let's go)

Uh, fully, let's go, pay me the loan

Look out, lil' brother, I'm paranoid (I'm paranoid)

Seventy-two hundred my dashboard (Dashboard)

She give me that top 'cause I ask for it

Used to be on the block, on the crash course

Hit a bitch, not a lick, that's a bad choice

Never goin' back broke, so I fast forward

When you go on that blitz, get a mask for it

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