Hot Boy Joey Trap

[Intro]
Young Rich Squad
Yeah, haha, look

[Chorus]
Yeah, they know I'm a hot nigga
Sold a thousand grams before I popped, nigga
Diamonds do they dance on the block with us
Haters feelin' hurt, like I shot niggas
I get it though, niggas on the top now
Had to get the Benzerelli with the top down
Got these bitches droppin' panties and they top down
Haha, yeah, and they top down
I ain't tryna win a GRAMMY, need the Oscar
These niggas is some actors, they impostors
I'ma eat filet up with the pasta
I be smokin' dope like I'm a rasta (Young Rich Squad)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, why these niggas mad? 'Cause I'm different, nigga
Why you bitchin', nigga? You be snitchin', nigga
.33 up in the paint, like Scottie Pippen, nigga
Point and aim, I only shoot it if he flinchin', nigga
Uh, nigga get it back
I'm a hot nigga ever since I sold a sack
Remember, posted for the low, I'm stackin' every pack, uh
I can get whatever, tell me where you're at