Hunxho – Hot Boy (feat. Lil Durk) Lyrics

Hot Boy

Hunxho (feat. Lil Durk)

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"Hot Boy." - Hunxho (feat. Lil Durk)

Monday, 19 October 2026, 04:49 am

Album: Thank God

Track No: 14

Yeah, it go down whenever I say it's up
I'm too far gone, been tryna save my soul
Whatever it come with, just tell 'em sign me up, huh
Fuck what they tell you, run that money up
I used to be a robber, I ain't givin' nothin' up
I lost too many **** and that shit fuck me up
I used to be a hot boy, boy
Never act like what I'm not, boy, boy
Better not let us get that drop 'cause, oh, boy
I'll have them youngins on your top, who want war?
These **** not me, come and try me, shit is not easy
That's my kind, yeah, my twin, we somethin' like Siamese
I rap pain, they tryna tell me I'm like Rod Wave
I used to be a hot boy, boy
I never act like somethin' I'm not, boy, boy
You better not let us get that drop 'cause, oh, boy
I'll have them youngins on your top and, oh, Lord
I'm still that youngin' from the block, boy, boy
Knew I'd make it, why they shocked? Boy, boy
My money can't fit in my sock no more
And it's like every time I drop, they want more
Hot boy, my unc'nem was a basehead
Hunxho son is Xhosen, golden me, I got like eight kids
I graduated, my friend died, so he ain't get to make his
Ozempic shot for a fat **** work slower than a Drac' shell (Hot, hot)
Brodie did time in the penitentiary, he BG
Heroin in his system, Turk got it from his TT
Brodie tried to kill hisself, Weezy, believe me
And he was a juvenile, the judge gave him a three-piece
Street **** worldwide, to stay alive a dedication
Better leave them kids alone, unc', ain't no hesitation
Shoot first, ask you is you dead last, shit crazy
And he didn't ask, man, this shit crazy
You askin' questions over the fed phone, that shit (Hot, hot)
You go and damage a **** headstone, that shit (Hot, hot)
You caught a gun case in the red zone, that shit (Hot, hot)
He scary as hell, he dead wrong
I used to be a hot boy, boy
I never act like somethin' I'm not, boy, boy
You better not let us get that drop 'cause, oh, boy
I'll have them youngins on your top and, oh, Lord
I'm still that youngin' from the block, boy, boy
Knew I'd make it, why they shocked? Boy, boy
My money can't fit in my sock no more
And it's like every time I drop, they want more
Hold up, we never wanted to be street, this shit chose us
My son a don, he only three, his name Xhosen
Live by the gun, die by the gun, that's how it goes and
But I ain't goin'
Frozen, yeah, my neck frozen
Huh, chosen, they know that I'm goated
Yeah, OD on any **** owe me
A young OG, **** never hoed me
Never trust these ****, I ain't listen when she told me
Any **** play, they know I psych, go to the old me
Diss, I catch his baby on that bike and it be OV
Know I gotta make it, so I'm playin' like it's OT
We run this shit over for whoever try to stop us (Stop us)
Ride for my **** like Chevelles, know I pop up
For any argument, just call me a doctor, shot somethin'
Mad Max, you know I walk with real top shottas
I used to be a hot boy, boy
I never act like somethin' I'm not, boy, boy
You better not let us get that drop 'cause, oh, boy
I'll have them youngins on your top and, oh, Lord
I'm still that youngin' from the block, boy, boy
Knew I'd make it, why they shocked? Boy, boy
My money can't fit in my sock no more
And it's like every time I drop, they want more

Writer(s): Billy, Gabriel Carlos, Ibrahim Dodo & Joe-Jason Scheller.

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