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Hotboii – 40 Mins Lyrics

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Hotboii – 40 Mins Lyrics

(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

Tryna stay away from them beans ’cause I don’t think (I don’t think)
I heard them say it was beef, well, okay cool, try not to tweak (Not to tweak)
And ain’t no way in Hell this shit ‘posed to make it out the streets (Out the streets)
I got eyes everywhere, you ain’t been in your hood in ’bout a week (‘Bout a week)
Like 12, we hit your block, we walkin’ up and swingin’ doors (Swingin’ doors)
Since twelve runnin’ with Glocks, stayin’ up by the studio (Studio)
Now my wrist on Coolio (Coolio)
Fuck these bitches, they do the most (They do the most)
I don’t think you deserve no double R, if I go to jail, you’ll be ghost (You’ll be gone)

To the streets where you belong
Say you want beef, I don’t care what he on
Free my niggas out the cage today, ding*dong
And my niggas in the grave, it won’t be long
I turnt a pool to a jacuzzi, I jumped in with my heat on me
I got a few loose screws, I spray shit, WD-40
Tryna flex, you can’t even afford it
I’m up next and I ain’t even order
I just took some lean put it in a soda
I don’t even be drinkin the shit when I’m rollin’
Told lil’ mama, “Make a wish when you blow it”
She can’t even take the dick, where you goin’
Bury my money with me so I can take it wherever I’m goin’
Put my niggas in postion
Put ’em on they feet, ain’t gotta depend on me, you can do it yourself
Gotta make sure my momma don’t ever lose no hair
Yeah, you was down at the beginnin’ but it don’t matter
Yeah, ’cause as soon as I got booked you flipped tryna trap me

Tryna stay away from them beans ’cause I don’t think (I don’t think)
I heard them say it was beef, well, okay cool, try not to tweak (Not to tweak)
And ain’t no way in Hell this shit ‘posed to make it out the streets (Out the streets)
I got eyes everywhere, you ain’t been in your hood in ’bout a week (‘Bout a week)
Like 12, we hit your block, we walkin’ up and swingin’ doors (Swingin’ doors)
Since twelve runnin’ with Glocks, stayin’ up by the studio (Studio)
Now my wrist on Coolio (Coolio)
Fuck these bitches, they do the most (They do the most)
I don’t think you deserve no double R, if I go to jail, you’ll be ghost (You’ll be gone)

It’s a massacre, I’m packin’ syrrup, Backwood packed with purp’
I might start a clothing line, we turn niggas ass to merch
Last opp he was down to earth, he got put past the earth
Make me show the police in Orlando how that magic work
Disappear on ’em, yeah, we switchin’ gears on ’em
Been got my check up way before Corona
I remember spinnin’ in a four-door Corolla
I ain’t never duck no smoke, I let a nigga get high as they wanna
I pull up like, “Fire up the doja, fire up the doja where all the stoners?” (Stoners)
My bride Fiona, I married the green
Life in the swamp was never serene
She thirty like Curry, get wet for the team
Trust in these bitches, that ain’t what it be
Get calls and all whenever you leave
I know you ain’t been in your hood ’bout a week
I don’t need a voucher, I’m good in the streets
I don’t need a voucher, I’m good in the streets

Tryna stay away from them beans ’cause I don’t think (I don’t think)
I heard them say it was beef, well, okay cool, try not to tweak (Not to tweak)
And ain’t no way in Hell this shit ‘posed to make it out the streets (Out the streets)
I got eyes everywhere, you ain’t been in your hood in ’bout a week (‘Bout a week)
Like 12, we hit your block, we walkin’ up and swingin’ doors (Swingin’ doors)
Since twelve runnin’ with Glocks, stayin’ up by the studio (Studio)
Now my wrist on Coolio (Coolio)
Fuck these bitches, they do the most (They do the most)
I don’t think you deserve no double R, if I go to jail, you’ll be ghost (You’ll be gone)

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