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gucci mane & young thug - hot boys intro lyrics

[verse 1: gucci mane]
go
free my n-gga turk, he out now shoutout to the hot boys
panoramic roof fit my new bentley, see the stars
red str8, red bentley and red jeeps i got them hot toys
you hot like wop and pot but tell the truth you know you’re not boy
f-ckin’ around with lames that’s how lil’ scooter got shot, boy
these shooters been well trained enough, they missed a lotta shots, boy
i’m mr. show-off showing it all ’cause gucci got a lot, boy
she miss eight-ball she snort a lot a lotta bl–dy snot boy
100 pounds i took that sh-t ’cause i’m cream of the crop boy
got so much money hiding in this sh-t and get this sh-t just riding, boy
my lil’ boy been spoilin’ man, you know that boy is rotten boy
i’m from down south say i’m country, b-tch, but i’m not pickin’ cotton, boy
riding around in my bentley, i’m like mothaf-ck a top, boy
rolly pollie on my wrist my n-gga ’cause i can’t wear no swatch ,boy
i paid 150,000 for the rolex gold clock boy
me and thug keep showing golds, man, we feel like we the hot boys
they call me big gucci big guwop when i drop my hard top
call me gucci me sl!ck gucci when i drop my drop top
if you ain’t down with brick squad n-gga you’s a have-not
man we showed out in the parking lot
and we could shoot out the parking lot
k!ll a n-gga for a parking spot
so sad your friend got chopped up
ain’t gonna show remorse at all so i leave a smoke a whole quap
mojo truck like seven feet tall, that boy be ballin’ a whole lot
me and [?] taking money you know me we gonna send shots

[verse 2: young thug]
drop top baby, y’know n-gga gotta be seen
in the drop top baby, with birdman, i know you heard me
that b-tch cost like two million and eight hundred bands
i’m a stunna man
got six slugs in a top
now hundreds man this commas, man
free my n-gga lil boosie
-ssh0l- like trae the truth
they caught me riding in a benz with slim
now them b-tches wanna give me they coochie
now i’m spitting like i’m mothaf-ckin’ toothless
that’s ’cause i’m mothaf-ckin’ toothless
two-thousand for every tooth in my mouth now b-tches say i’m talkin’ too ruthless
bi-bi-b-tch you’re a rat like rufus, last year i was screaming free lil tunechi
now i’m in hit factory with little tunechi
skateboard on deuces
makin’ nothing but movies
my favorite gun is a uzi
hot boys but this ain’t a movie
shoot his -ss in his head
leave ’em dead
y’all get this verse for curly head
hot boys hot boys hot boys hot
i’m my motherf-ckin’ spot
we ain’t shooting nothing but f-ckin’ glock
ain’t this is not a jam now we can buss it at cop

- gucci mane young thug lyrics

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