Hot Boy - Steven Malcolm

Homie, you can do you

I be in my own zone quarterbacking my own thang

Sticking to the script with it

Slick with it, on stage dance moves like Soul Train, yeah

I’m on fire, how I see things

A pit bull with no chain

4 AGAINST 5 so gang

Jump shot for the championship ring, whoa

Many gon' hate, that’s just what it is

I got many blessings coming my way

Same old swag with a new sound

Prayed up let 'em know we ain’t playing around

Now they wanna peep game

Real recognize real when it comes to this rap thing

16's full of truth now

Recognize I got the juice now

Cuz I’m a hot boy

I’m a hot boy, yeah, I’m a hot boy, yeah

Cuz I’m hot boy

Made alive in the Son that should tell you enough, I’m a hot boy

Cuz I’m hot boy!

Know I be about my business

The way I make it flip like a gymnast

Greatness keep it cooking like a chemist

In the kitchen with the flame on

Can I get a witness, yeah

Been on my grizzy like Memphis but I’m from the mitten Gun Ru bruh

Finessing so serious my lyrics make 'em lean like drank from them 2 cups

Louisiana with the flow, man

400 degrees with the propane

Bass kicking to your chest like Liu Kang

Carrying my cross, gotta let 'em know who reign, whoa

Turnt up how we do things

In the whip burning rubber in my own lane

I’m an animal too wild to tame

Placing the game at the bottom of the food chain

Cuz I’m a hot boy

I’m a hot boy, yeah, I’m a hot boy, yeah

Cuz I’m hot boy

Made alive in the Son that should tell you enough, I’m a hot boy

Cuz I’m hot boy!

Chilling outside and my tank top on

And some thong sandals, I ain’t playing with 'em

Island boy swagger finna catch a heat stroke how I’m hot I ain’t playing with

'em

Made alive in the Son that should tell you enough, I’m a hot boy, homie,

I ain’t playing with 'em

Cuz I’m a hot boy, yeah

I’m a hot boy!

Looking at 'em with the stale face

Church fan on me gotta wave it cuz I’m hot boy

And no, I ain’t bragging, ain’t boasting, I’m just doing what I love — tell me

how I’m supposed to not, boy

Fresh up out the rock boy

Imma let the beat stop boy

Gimme the mic and I wreck it

Reflecting perfection

Flexing on the perspective of a hot boy

Turn up!

Cuz I’m a hot boy

I’m a hot boy, yeah, I’m a hot boy

Yeah, cuz I’m a hot boy

I’m a hot boy

Yeah, I’m a hot boy

Yeah, cuz I’m a hot boy