[Intro] Ay Mane I'm popping shit, man Tell them niggas, if they tryin' to see me 504 the area code 70118 the zip code That's right One more thing Don't touch my shit, nigga Old South speakin' to you That's right [Hook] Hey, when the pistol's in your rib, nigga Drop it like it's hot (3x) When I put one up in your wig, better Drop it like it's hot Hey, when I run up in your crib, nigga Drop it like it's hot Shit, nah, this here is not the remix Just lil' old me, singing my shit, shit [Verse 1] I'm a Hot Boy. I drive a hot car The type of nigga get brain in a cop car Oh, that's your girlfriend We call her slop jaw Because she drink from a cock straw I had relationships with a few pop stars Wasn't serious, I was aiming for the pop charts Now the young nigga livin' like a rock star Only live 5 star, one bed, five whores I'm a D-boy, but y'all know that So when you see me, you ask me where the dope at You wanna see me Hey, you gon' need some more cash I can't even hold a conversation with your broke ass You ain't got more money than me Think about it Let's just say someone gave me a check And took the ink up out it Now all I can do is go to the bank about it [Hook 2] Hey, after you back it up then stop Drop it like it's hot Hey mama, pop that pussy then shake that ass Drop it like it's hot You gotta wobble-de-wobble and then Drop it like it's hot Shit, nah, this here is not the remix Just lil' old me, singing my shit, shit [Verse 2] I got a sense of humor But ain't shit funny I see 'em get mad But I just get money My AK a bit runny So you should either sniff or get hit from it You get hit runnin' Hate that I did something If I did, let me know I could get a lot of bitches But my bitch could get me more Different hoes, got 'em walking on their tippy toes Talkin' with they pussy holes Conversation, rule the nation Here we go, I'm in Bal Harbor Like give me those Little man, I ball harder My car's larger I'm going farther than y'all could ever pardon Sharpen my toothbrush, rush the fucking warden Yeah, I'm ? for my daddy And dyin' behind the sign Is part of my job, mama I'm hard as a rock I'mma fuck me a thick bitch Throw a CD at her She drop it, dismissed, you got me [Hook 2] [Verse 3] I go by Young Carter, father of one daughter Bought her a cellphone, I call her every morning I got my first check, I went and bought a V Bought everybody's with my second Call me Mr. Deeds Hey Marley, twist the weed Lauren, hold the pistol, please Promethazine got me leaning like 6 degrees I look Japanese, my bitch Blackanese You see the guns I got You know the cops ain't packin' these They call me Weezy Baby Please say the "Baby," baby 9-27-82, I'm an eighties baby Y'all know the Birdman I know the 80s, baby So if you trippin' I'mma take it back to 80, baby You call me crazy, but I call it brazy, baby I'm from the dirty, we could dance Patrick Swayze, baby I rock a red flag, representing uptown Only on the right side Fuckin' with them Bloods now [Hook 2] [Outro] When I heard this song, I got a little upset But then I thought to myself What haven't I done yet, fuck Young Money motherfucker Young Mane, Hot Spitta in the building We got Lil Boo ridin' with us this time, nigga Ay Mane Nah, I ain't a hater, don't get me wrong I made it a hot line, you made it a hot song Peace
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