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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nardo Wick
Nardo Wick
Vocals
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dominique' Jones
Dominique' Jones
Lyrics
Irvin Whitlow
Irvin Whitlow
Composer
Darryl Patric McCorkell
Darryl Patric McCorkell
Composer
Horace Walls III
Horace Walls III
Lyrics
Josiah Nasir Muhammad
Josiah Nasir Muhammad
Composer
Kevin Andre Price
Kevin Andre Price
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Horace Walls
Horace Walls
Recording Engineer
Cheeze Beatz
Cheeze Beatz
Producer
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Recording Engineer
Angie Randisi
Angie Randisi
Recording Engineer
Ethan Stevens
Ethan Stevens
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Go Grizzly
Go Grizzly
Producer

Lyrics

Ha, ha (Cheeze, Cheeze, Cheeze), ha (Go Grizz) ha, ha, ha Ha I'm a hot boy, drive all my cars like it's urgent I'm a hot boy, don't get too close 'cause I might burn you I'm a hot boy, but I put ice on all my bitches I'm a hot boy, I bring the fire to the trenches I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (ha) I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (ha) I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (ha) I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (ha) I'm a hot boy, but got a lot of cold bitches What's that half a milli' on my neck? Four-fifty Drop a load off to the trap and tell my lil' ones, "Get busy" Don't let nobody tell you different, we the littest in the city I'm a hot boy, I tell the jeweler, "Cool me down" Still be posted in the hood, a lot of killers sittin' 'round He was on the sideline, caught 'em at an angle, forced him out of bounds Send them hot boys on a blitz and tell 'em, "Burn that nigga down" Ay, woedie, who that is right there? She look like my type Don't care how big her booty is, won't hit if it don't feel right Ay, woedie, who is that young nigga that be fly? It's a bird, it's a plane, nah, that's Nardo in the sky Ay, woedie, who that goin' a hundred in a 50? I'm the richest, youngest nigga, ain't nobody fuckin' with me Ay, woedie, who is that lil' nigga with all the hos? If you look good, you look good, I ain't tryna hear that you too old Baby, I could pop out right now, pull my big around these hos (damn) I'm not acrobatic, I'm not flippin' on my bros (no) All my shit be factual, I cannot get exposed (at all) Grew up talkin' slick, I'll catch a bitch before I catch a cold I ain't tryna kick it with you niggas, I got broke toes Don't take it offensive, I'm too rich to fuck with broke hos I won't drive my TRX no more, that shit just too slow Maybach white on white, they know about it, ask my new ho I know a couple of these niggas really hatin' on me (think so) I know a bitch who actin' faithful, but she waitin' on me (think so) I don't fuck with none of you niggas, I can't fake it no more Who is that, that's your Lambo? Hell yeah Oh, that's Nardo? Let him in Think I'm runnin' out of hidin' spots, this shit been comin' in He was in our business and got spanked, he shouldn't have butted in I come from that block where shit be hot, the summer never end I'm really the one this shit done settled in I'm a hot boy, drive all my cars like it's urgent I'm a hot boy, don't get too close 'cause I might burn you I'm a hot boy, but I put ice on all my bitches I'm a hot boy, I bring the fire to the trenches I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (ha) I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (ha) I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (ha) I'm a hot boy, I'm a hot boy (ha)
Writer(s): Irvin Devine Whitlow, Kevin Andre Price, Darryl Patric Mccorkell, Dominique Jones, Josiah Nasir Muhammad, Horace Wall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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