[Chorus: Fetty Luciano]
(Woo, woo) I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (Brrrr ahh ahh ahh)
16 shots up in that Glock boy (Bah, bah)
Bitch I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (Woo, hot boy, hot boy)
I paint that block boy, paint that block boy
Haa

[Verse 1: Poppa Da Don and Neek Bucks]
He had, like, 60 but he threw, like, 5 boy, aye
I had, like, 50 and I hit, like, 5 boy, aye
They caught him slippin', rest in peace to my boy, aye (R.I.P)
We on a mission, trynna get rich with my boys (Yeah yeah)
We don't get into that (Nah)
We gon' pull up, where you n***as at? (Skurt, facts)
We keep on slidin', where you n***as at? (Woo)
Lil' bro put a hole in your fitted hat (Boom)
Hop out and I deal where you n***as lacked (Skurt)
We really on it, you n***as rappin'? (Yeah)
Damn, I'm still hurt that I lost n***as (Facts)
Shooters, we catchin', we off n***as, huh

[Verse 2: Poppa Da Don, Fetty Luciano and Neek Bucks]
That n***a Meek wildin'
I'm in the booth, I'm just freestylin'
Fetty pulled up with, like, 3 gallons
Bitches all on us, they keep smilin'
Woah, come through this drive for me
Run in the bank, get the guap with me
Girl, come and line up this opp with me
Load up the chop', spin the block with me, aye
These n***as still fake, like who can relate?
Bitch, I got no love for 'em (I got no love for 'em)
That bitch on my dick, I stay with Neek Bucks, spendin' them bucks on 'em (Yo Neek!)
Hop out the trucks on 'em (Skurt)
Pull up and then dump on 'em (Bow)
They mad that I made it, these n***as be hatin'
Like, what do they want from 'em? (Woo woooo)
From Uptown, to the Ville, to the 9, we gon' slide
And I'm screamin', "Ch-Ch-Choooo" while they screamin', "Ahh ahh ahh"
And my n***as got that work
And you know we flippin' pies
If you run up, hear that "glllltttt"
N***a it's a homicide
I'm down for that homicide (Bah), anytime, we gon' slide
They don't really want Jordan (Woo) to pop out with that .45 (Woo)
This the time for the 9 (Nina)
Still screamin', "Free my guys" (Nina)
On the grind, fuck that beef, I just want them dolla' signs (Yeah, yeah yeah, woo)
You know when we pull out the shoes
When we pull out just know that the neck glisten, yeah (Facts)
That little thottie in the back of the Benz
Well, she good at neck givin' (She good at-)
You know that Poppa got a choppa for you, so don't look at my neck n***a (Gllttbow, yeah)
Me and Fetty blowin' all this fetty, don't we look like a check n***a? (Yeah yeah)
I ain't got a dolla' for you, lil' bitch don't you ask me for shit (Nah)
Foreign car
Posted on Clarkson, she said that she ain't know that I fuck with the wrist
Audemars
You know how these bitches is
She gon' fuck 'cause it's bussdown (Facts)
I put her on a real n***a (Yeah)
She said n***as is sort of clowns, aye
[Chorus: Fetty Luciano]
(Woo, woo) I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (Brrrr ahh ahh ahh)
16 shots up in that Glock boy (Bah, bah)
Bitch I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (Woo, hot boy, hot boy)
I paint that block boy, paint that block boy
Haa