Prince Dre X Jb BinLaden - Hot Boyz lyrics

[Verse 1: JB BinLaden] In the field like a gra** man ? Run up on him with no mask here We on that a** here Living life like it's my last and can't get no pa**es Run up on us, we gon' blast it Sit back sh** [Verse 2: Prince Dre] 30 shots in the Glock, boy I'm a Glock Boy JB, Prince Dre, we them new hot boys Odee block, boy You ain't from my block, boy Click clack, get back, 'fore them shorties spark, boy [Verse 3: JB BinLaden] Better think smart, boy Stop acting hard, boy We know you fraud, boy My n***as'll rob boys Got a beam on the 40 And it senses a shorty All my lil' n***as torchin' My shorties hoppin' off porches [Verse 4: Prince Dre] 40 Glock with a 30 Run up on him, no mercy n***as talking, they p**y I ain't never been worried I'm in the field with the steel Them shorties shootin' to k** Leave him hot as the summer, them shells hot like a grill [Verse 5: JB BinLaden] I'll go get a pill n***as tellin' for deals I'm 17, yeah they hungry b**h, the gang need some meals Better show some respect We tote 30's and tec's Don't get popped in your neck Think he'll miss you with that? [Verse 6: Prince Dre] I love tommy's and tecs AK, choppers and macs I love watching them bodies Get hit, chest or the neck Hollows open his chest Left him right on his back Everyday is a homi' ? [Verse 7: JB BinLaden] I got caught with a bumble I can't go without that My n***as ain't with the rumble They'll smoke you to ash We f** b**hes, get a** We finesse, we get cash Anything to get pa**ed I'm in this sh** with the guys, OK [Verse 8: Prince Dre] OK, hop out cuts, co*k it back, then spark Blah blah blah, everybody drop [Verse 9: JB BinLaden] And then after you send that 1 o'clock I'mma run up, gun up, gun up, hit him in the top Make sure he clock, gotta make sure he clock Get low, lil' b**h, can't wait for the cops Make sure he clock, make, make sure he clock Get low, lil' b**h, can't wait for the cops [Verse 10: Prince Dre] I'm making noise like the drummers f** the cars and hoes I put bros for the money RIP O' and Jmoney [Verse 11: JB BinLaden] L'A, Pluto, and Nuski We got clips like the movies Leave a n***a Jacuzzi n***as tweeting, they smoothies It's a lot of lil' goofies b**h, we hot like the sun Folks, it's 40 to 1 We got a whole lot of guns [Verse 12: Prince Dre] Hit the cut, then they run Dump him down 'til they done I'm in love with the streets I'm just havin' some fun I've seen the j**elry, the b**hes Them fast cars and them guns I fell in love with the money When I was only age 1 [Verse 13: JB BinLaden] Wanted to see granny happy, so I gotta get some I get rich or die trying, I put that sh** on my son n***as know where I'm at, b**h I'm still on the 1 Sunday to Sunday, we all about that gunplay Ok now hot boy, and we with our boys And f** the opps, boy, they ain't got nothin' on my boys Now I'm a hot boy We with them Glock Boyz And f** the opps, boy, they ain't got nothin' on my boys Let's get it