40 Mins - Hotboii

Lyrics by：Jacob Canady/Khalil Debonair/Javarri Walker

Composed by：Jacob Canady/Khalil Debonair/Javarri Walker

ATL Jacob ATL Jacob

Tryna stay away from them beans 'cause I don't think

I don't think

I heard them say it was beef well okay cool try not to tweak

Not to tweak

And ain't no way in Hell this s**t 'posed to make it out the streets

Out the streets

I got eyes everywhere you ain't been in your hood in 'bout a week

'Bout a week

Like 12 we hit your block we walkin' up and swingin' doors

Swingin' doors

Since twelve runnin' with Glocks stayin' up by the studio

Studio

Now my wrist on Coolio

Coolio

F**k these b***hes they do the most

They do the most

I don't think you deserve no double R if I go to jail you'll be ghost

You'll be gone

To the streets where you belong

Say you want beef I don't care what he on

Free my n***as out the cage today ding*dong

And my n***as in the grave it won't be long

I turnt a pool to a jacuzzi I jumped in with my heat on me

I got a few loose screws I spray s**t WD 40

Tryna flex you can't even afford it

I'm up next and I ain't even order

I just took some lean put it in a soda

I don't even be drinkin the s**t when I'm rollin'

Told lil' mama Make a wish when you blow it

She can't even take the d**k where you goin'

Bury my money with me so I can take it wherever I'm goin'

Put my n***as in postion

Put 'em on they feet ain't gotta depend on me you can do it yourself

Gotta make sure my momma don't ever lose no hair

Yeah you was down at the beginnin' but it don't matter

Yeah 'cause as soon as I got booked you flipped tryna trap me

Tryna stay away from them beans 'cause I don't think

I don't think

I heard them say it was beef well okay cool try not to tweak

Not to tweak

And ain't no way in Hell this s**t 'posed to make it out the streets

Out the streets

I got eyes everywhere you ain't been in your hood in 'bout a week

'Bout a week

Like 12 we hit your block we walkin' up and swingin' doors

Swingin' doors

Since twelve runnin' with Glocks stayin' up by the studio

Studio

Now my wrist on Coolio

Coolio

F**k these b***hes they do the most

They do the most

I don't think you deserve no double R if I go to jail you'll be ghost

You'll be gone

It's a massacre I'm packin' syrrup Backwood packed with purp'

I might start a clothing line we turn n***as a*s to merch

Last opp he was down to earth he got put past the earth

Make me show the police in Orlando how that magic work

Disappear on 'em yeah we switchin' gears on 'em

Been got my check up way before Corona

I remember spinnin' in a four door Corolla

I ain't never duck no smoke I let a n***a get high as they wanna

I pull up like fire up the doja fire up the doja where all the stoners

Stoners

My bride fiona I married the green

Life in the swamp was never serene

She thirty like Curry get wet for the team

Trust in these b***hes that ain't what it be

Get calls and all whenever you leave

I know you ain't been in your hood 'bout a week

I don't need a voucher I'm good in the streets

I don't need a voucher I'm good in the streets

Tryna stay away from them beans 'cause I don't think

I don't think

I heard them say it was beef well okay cool try not to tweak

Not to tweak

And ain't no way in Hell this s**t 'posed to make it out the streets

Out the streets

I got eyes everywhere you ain't been in your hood in 'bout a week

'Bout a week

Like 12 we hit your block we walkin' up and swingin' doors

Swingin' doors

Since twelve runnin' with Glocks stayin' up by the studio

Studio

Now my wrist on Coolio

Coolio

F**k these b***hes they do the most

They do the most

I don't think you deserve no double R if I go to jail you'll be ghost

You'll be gone