Artist: Trippie Redd f/ Fooly Faime, Lil Twist Album: Old Self (Mixtape) Song: Hot Boys Typed by: AZ Lyrics Haha, 14, 14, 14, haha... Run up in your house, haha, ayy Run up in your house, huh, hey .30 to your head, its to your mouth, huh I might shoot right at your spouse, huh Pussy boy close your mouth Diamonds on me whoa Shawty baby whoa Ice wied open, but you keep doors closed Lamborgini doors, butterfly doors Diamonds on me whoa Wrist look like snow Adding percs and codeine Own the scene since the team Double cup full of syrup Got me leaning like Kareem Got me leaning in your bitch She can pass around like a meme She go head first in the coke Now face painted like a stain She go kuku off the coco She go ape shit off the bean She gon raid shit off the molly She gon take five for the team She come back for more, like a fiend She gon bag the o full of weed Soon as the hoe tea Send them back to Cleveland like the king I rob a nigga like Chyna Take their whole house and they dream Take his whole mouth and the genes Got the rocket launcher with a beam Got the pockett mustard with the beam Got the Cuban link with the gleem Run up in your house. haha, ayy Run up in your house, huh, hey .30 to your head, its to your mouth, huh I might shoot right at your spouse, huh Pussy boy close your mouth Diamonds on me whoa Shawty baby whoa Ice wied open, but you keep doors closed Lamborgini doors, butterfly doors Diamonds on me whoa Wrist look like snow Run in your house give me everything Close your mouth tea black tape I don't need no mask on Turn your good day, to a bad day We the niggas they talking about We the niggas they wouldn't see We the brand new squad up (Woo) 22 I'm currency And I'm sipping on a dirty tea (Damn!) And your baby daddy skirted me And you lying like a mother fucker (What?) If you saying you ain't heard of me (Liar) And I'm killing all you fucking rappers Yeah, that is a first degree None of y'all can murder me Run in your house, this a burglary Run up in your house. haha, ayy Run up in your house, huh, hey .30 to your head, its to your mouth, huh I might shoot right at your spouse, huh Pussy boy close your mouth Diamonds on me whoa Shawty baby whoa Ice wied open, but you keep doors closed Lamborgini doors, butterfly doors Diamonds on me whoa Wrist look like snow