Yankee & Trilogy - Hot Boy lyrics

[Intro] I wear icy gold chains, can't no bra** break me Told you n***as I wrote this sh** in the jail God is great, paper straight [Hook] You know the boy hot, get a thermometer So baby girl, she want me inside her On the road to riches, pushin' my speedometer Yellin' "go young n***a, get your commas up" You know the boy hot, get a thermometer So baby girl, she want me inside her On the road to riches, pushin' my speedometer Yellin' "go young n***a, get your commas up" [Verse 1] On the road to success I pa** many with their thumb up Bird a** n***as come around when the sun up Im shinin' off grindin' out here with my ones up You shot you dyin' motherf**er don't run up They act like they happy but sick to they stomach n***as hope my downfall gon' be they come up But that ain't the case, send it street 100 I'm only in here cause I keep it 100 That's some real n***as, what you hear when I'm brung up Oh sh** I'm goin' through another rapper with a hung up To smoke my stress away you'll f** around and burn a lung up She throat my stress away, open wide, lift her tongue up [Hook] You know the boy hot, get a thermometer So baby girl, she want me inside her On the road to riches, pushin' my speedometer Yellin' "go young n***a, get your commas up" You know the boy hot, get a thermometer So baby girl, she want me inside her On the road to riches, pushin' my speedometer Yellin' "go young n***a, get your commas up" [Verse 2] I only put my faith in God cause n***as be bluffin' When your back against the wall you see everybody frontin' Wearin' all Givenchy in the photos and the news Down to my slippers, try and walk in my shoes Gotta watch what you say talkin' to dudes Cause n***as be tellin' get to court and see him too Paid my lawyer fees and my bail and my dues Bout to pay and take my family on another cruise Bein' a real man is the road less traveled Responsibilities ain't never been a ha**le n***as want beef like they own a White Castle So n***as come creepin' they gonna hit gavels All my raps is real, put my hand on the Bible My life is a movie all that's missin' is a title I be seen shootin' out the end of a rifle These are not for kids but the kid is an idol Pull up in some sh** and I let it run idle Not a short paper player, money tall as the Eiffel Tower up at Lenny's, f** her when I slide through The clams and the oysters get her wet as a bayou Was drownin' in sorrow now I make my moms glad Back in 9th grade sold d** on (?) Ave Young dope boy king Troys transition I see man who don't make change and then get missin' Lost in the system or lost where they dig 'em A sentence feel worse than d**h depend on what they given I was gone all this time you n***as still ain't hot You n***as just rappers I real, they pop King Troy everything real, they not My art imitate life and not the other way, watch No more doing nothing for n***as off the love No more coming through as a favor, that's a dub I don't wanna hear about no promo points and splits I don't f** with artists who don't really live what they spit And sh** you shouldn't either This is fake n***a Ether Troy Ave the realest n***a comin' out his speakers Out the East Coast, out the hood like "see ya" Crabs in the barrel, in my rear view, leave ya So long, so long, so long It's way too much shade, I'ma go and get my glow on b**h n***a parade, go ahead and get your float on God is great, my paper's straight and so on Free the real [Hook] You know the boy hot, get a thermometer So baby girl, she want me inside her On the road to riches, pushin' my speedometer Yellin' "go young n***a, get your commas up" You know the boy hot, get a thermometer So baby girl, she want me inside her On the road to riches, pushin' my speedometer Yellin' "go young n***a, get your commas up"