Video Hot de Blocboy Jb 2024 Hip Hop Lyrics

Blocboy Jb - Hot Lyrics

[Intro]
Shh, tzz (Hot)
Tzz (Hot), tzz

[Chorus]
The streets (Hot, hot)
The hood (Hot, hot)
The block (Hot, hot)
The haters (Hot, hot)
They mad (Hot, hot)
For sure (Hot, hot)
I know (Hot, hot)

[Verse]
I know that these niggas hot 'cause I’m getting guap and they really not
Whippin' up the pot, running up a knot
If you owe me some cash, give me all that you got (Uh)
I’m in the trap with a Glock, thirty-three shots
Aim it at your top, never miss an opp
When I let it pop, the whole crowd get to running like ants off a rock
I’m your resident, president, bitch, I’m Barack
My lil' bitch, she intelligent, smart on the cock
If you mad at me, why would you punch on the clock?
Before I punch on a nigga, I point with the Glock
You a snitch, go to court and go point at your pops
Never told on a nigga bitch, go check my docs
Where I’m from, nigga, we catchin' bodies for props
Shoot that boy in the head, make his whole body drop
I’m connected, I feel like a layover
I smoke a blunt to the face, get my day over
Opps in the hood and they think they gon take over
But we come in all colors like Crayola
It’s hot in the streets and you know it
You say you got heart, lil' nigga, come show it
He shot at me, missed, hit the back of the board
When I shot, I didn’t miss, he in the back of my Ford

[Chorus]
The streets (Hot, hot)
The hood (Hot, hot)
The block (Hot, hot)
The haters (Hot, hot)
They mad (Hot, hot)
For sure (Hot, hot)
I know (Hot, hot)

[Outro]
The streets (Hot, hot)
The hood (Hot, hot)
The block (Hot, hot)
The haters (Hot, hot)
They mad (Hot, hot)
For sure (Hot, hot)
I know (Hot, hot)