Hello - Hotboii/438 Tok

Lyrics by：Jacob Canady/Tokyo Kintae Major Jr./Javarri Walker

Composed by：Jacob Canady/Tokyo Kintae Major Jr./Javarri Walker

ATL Jacob ATL Jacob

Hotboii：

Money is the root of all evil

These diamonds on my neck'll make a bad b***h leave you

I'm clutchin' all in school with my tool f**k a teacher

You n***as gettin' weaker y'all hatin' from the bleachers

Diamond the Patek baby come and give me neck

My n***as aimin' at your neck so ain't no need to wear a vest

All my shooters know it's death so you can't hear us when we step

And we ridin' with a TEC make a n***a call the ref

Hotboii：

Oh I done threw the doors up this b***h feel like a jet

Got some b***hes out in tryna f**k me for the jwet

That n***a tweetin' then he dead give a f**k 'bout what he said

Grab a Sprite up out the store and I'ma turn it candy red oh

Hello nice to meet you these bullets wanna greet you

Got keys like Alicia got lean by the liter

She ain't let you f**k 'cause I guess we two different people

I be smokin' opps I don't know nothin' 'bout no reefer uh

When we spin their block had to throw away the chop

Can do magic with the d**e turnin' sand into rock

Fell in love with her throat I just like it when she slobs

You would think a n***a fishin' how I hop out with that rod

Uh no not at all

Hotboii：

Money is the root of all evil

These diamonds on my neck'll make a bad b***h leave you

I'm clutchin' all in school with my tool f**k a teacher

You n***as gettin' weaker y'all hatin' from the bleachers

Diamond the Patek baby come and give me neck

My n***as aimin' at your neck so ain't no need to wear a vest

All my shooters know it's death so you can't hear us when we step

And we ridin' with a TEC make a n***a call the ref

Call the ref

：438 Tok：

Mm say make the n***a call the ref uh

Miss my n***a woulda probably went different if I was there

I been active in these streets ain't been on Instagram

I been active

They don't know the s**t I seen no they was never there

They was never there

I don't wanna take no losses scared to ship it through the mail

Scared to ship it through the mail

Every show I do be profit I go up ain't gotta sell

I go up ain't gotta sell

All these diamonds on me talk I let them introduce themselves

Iet 'em talk

And you ain't even gotta talk for real ws ridin' with K's 'fore we got L's

Listen to be honest all this s**t materialistic

Yeah

F**k these diamonds n***a who'll ride if it go different

I ain't go trollin' in these interviews tryna to trick me out my business

I be pourin' fours tryna to kill the booth it be f**kin' up my vision

Hotboii：

Money is the root of all evil

These diamonds on my neck'll make a bad b***h leave you

I'm clutchin' all in school with my tool f**k a teacher

You n***as gettin' weaker y'all hatin' from the bleachers

Diamond the Patek baby come and give me neck

My n***as aimin' at your neck so ain't no need to wear a vest

All my shooters know it's death so you can't hear us when we step

And we ridin' with a TEC make a n***a call the ref

Call the ref