4 Minutes Lyrics - Hot Boys

You know we don't drop hits, uh uh 

We drop classics nigga, uh huh 

Cash money, c'mon, get at me nigga 

Nigga thuggin' is in my blood and my genes 

All the niggaz I fuck with, they bling bling 

V.L. is my block my hood, my set nigga 

Uptown is the spot where you get put to the test nigga 

Best be 'bout unloadin' a Tec, nigga 

You better protect your head, fuck the chest nigga 

I run with the killers guerrillas and the head busters 

I grew up with murderers and hustlers, you can't trust 'em 

I been cut throatin' niggaz for a while now 

I stay to tapin' and whoopin' ballers 

Who got plots of birds or chickens or ki's or bricks, whatever 

Click clack! I got to have it, no matter 

What the situation be 

I'm 'bout my fetti, my dollars, my loot, my grip, my green 

UPT 13 and CMB 

Is what I represent for life and I'm H O T nigga 

(4 minutes left) 

Dis bitch off the hook! Nigga never sleep 

Dis bitch full of crooks, they hunt for the weak 

Niggaz comin' home tryin' to hit 'em a lick 

Wanna bounce from a quarter ounce up to a brick 

Dem old side niggaz, them new side niggaz 

Might get loaded but they do ride niggaz 

They stuck in line, but right after it's all over 

The block party jumpin' at Washington in Magnolia 

They smokin' weed, they slangin' D, they sellin' ki's 

While bitches shakin' they ass in the middle of the street 

You representin'? It better be M A G 

Or niggaz gon' get mad and never let you leave 

A bill mine, 6th Street and Hadley 

Willow Street, Robertson and T.C. 

It's on fire from the wars they cause 

A bunch of ignorant motherfuckers wearin' camouflage 

(3 minutes left) 

Yes, one-seven nigga, look 

Niggaz step down to the nasty, filthy, dirty 

Holly Grove, Carrington, 17 you heard me? 

Need them, birdies? You should see Weezy 

Prices, cheaper than the average, ki's be 

We be thuggers, stunners, hustlers 

Kidnap mothers, rape with no rubbers 

What the, hell? What is that I smell? 

No, it's not but it's a dead body by the canal 

My grill, platinum, necklace, platinum 

Rolex, platinum, Hot Boy, ask him 

Blunts, we pass 'em, guns, we have 'em 

We do not flash 'em unless we gon' blast 'em 

My clothes, Rees, Tees, Girbauds 

Fo'-fo's, semi-automatic calicos, brr! Reload, explode 

Let it be told, I'm from Holly Grove, what? 

(2 minutes left) 

Look, look, look, plenty got diamonds in my Rolex 

Two karats on my finger, ten around my fuckin' neck 

It's a must everyday that I keep my pockets fat 

Got so many haters, that's why I stay strapped on my gat 

I bust back back, leave yo' bitch ass flat 

Trust that if you play with me I dress in black 

That's a fact, don't make me click up with Karen and Brad-Brad [unverified] 

You head your lose that, ain't no comin' back back, I'm tellin' you 

Play with me, your people, people gon' be smellin' you 

Make me pop and throw, six niggaz gon' carry you 

People don't have no money, they can't bury you 

Don't have no insurance, you be in the freezer a week or two 

Bought that insurin' yourself, cousin 

Get it how you live it nigga, when they come cousin 

Gun, I'ma peel it nigga you can run cousin 

Gun click get hit and you get stung cousin', stung cousin 

(I hope you got the message)