[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