Freddie Gibbs - Hot Boys lyrics

[Hook] f** n***as tellin, drug dealers sellin' n***a in the ghetto, f**in' with the felons n***a get the package, n***a ship it, mail it f** n***as tellin, drug dealers sellin' Got my stove hot, got my stove hot Turnin' c**aine to crack on my stove top [Verse 1] Hundred pack of that good California In the black Cadillac blowin' doja Hot Boy like I grew up in the 'Nolia I'm 400 Degreez on the corner b**h I'm whippin and shippin' your order Hot Boy like I grew up in the 'Nolia Hit that b**h on the road I don't know ya Spanish b**h with this dick on her boca Spanish b**h hold this dick buenas noches I was gone off a pill when I poked her I was gone off that purp when I poked her Hit that hoe with some low, blow her nose out Know that n***a stay low when the po's out Hot Boy like I grew up in the 'Nolia [Hook] f** n***as tellin, drug dealers sellin' n***a in the ghetto, f**in' with the felons n***a get the package, n***a ship it, mail it f** n***as tellin, drug dealers sellin' Got my stove hot, got my stove hot Turnin' c**aine to crack on my stove top [Verse 2] b**h I'm walkin' the dog what you know 'bout Puppy chow in the hood get your bowl out Puppy chow in the hood get your bowl out Thousand pounds of that Mexican mota Chop it up and give that to my soldiers Hot Boy like I grew up in the 'Nolia I'm a beast with the fork and the calculator Have a feast with my n***as, be choppin' paper Package solid, my n***as don't got to weigh it I'm a beast with the fork and the calculator Chop a hole in a hundred, so f** a hater Keep a demo right on me, I demonstrated Get a package, my n***a you better weigh it I'm a beast with the fork and the calculator [Hook] f** n***as tellin, drug dealers sellin' n***a in the ghetto, f**in' with the felons n***a get the package, n***a ship it, mail it f** n***as tellin, drug dealers sellin' Got my stove hot, got my stove hot Turnin' c**aine to crack on my stove top [Outro] b**h I'm walkin' the dog what you know 'bout Puppy chow in the hood get your bowl out Puppy chow in the hood get your bowl out Thousand pounds of that Mexican mota Chop it up and give that to my soldiers Hot Boy like I grew up in the 'Nolia Got my stove hot, got my stove hot Turnin' c**aine to crack on my stove top