[Intro]
Ay Mane
I'm popping sh**, man
Tell them n***as, if they tryin' to see me
504 the area code
70118 the zip code
That's right
One more thing
Don't touch my sh**, n***a
Old South speakin' to you
That's right
[Hook]
Hey, when the pistol's in your rib, n***a
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, n***a
Drop it like it's hot
sh**, nah, this here is not the remix
Just lil' old me, singing my sh**, sh**
[Verse 1]
I'm a Hot Boy. I drive a hot car
The type of n***a get brain in a cop car
Oh, that's your girlfriend
We call her slop jaw
Because she drink from a co*k straw
I had relationships with a few pop stars
Wasn't serious, I was aiming for the pop charts
Now the young n***a livin' like a rock star
Only live 5 star, one bed, five who*es
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 a**
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 p**y then shake that a**
Drop it like it's hot
You gotta wobble-de-wobble and then
Drop it like it's hot
sh**, nah, this here is not the remix
Just lil' old me, singing my sh**, sh**
[Verse 2]
I got a sense of humor
But ain't sh** 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 b**hes
But my b**h could get me more
Different hoes, got 'em walking on their tippy toes
Talkin' with they p**y 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 f**ing 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 f** me a thick b**h
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 b**h 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
f**in' 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, f**
Young Money motherf**er
Young Mane, Hot Spitta in the building
We got Lil Boo ridin' with us this time, n***a
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