Hotboii – All I Know Lyrics

Hotboii All I Know Lyrics

Hot Kut The Fan On
Double O Lil’ Baby, bitch
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Uh

All I know, run up the check
I’ma do that ’til I’m dead
No, I ain’t never gon’ stop
Booger baguettes, they fall from my nose to my neck
And I be covered in snot
I’ma boss that nigga, can’t stay on the phone a lot
Ho, is you fuckin’, or not?
For some my niggas all they know beat up the pot
I’m tryna get all of ’em out

Like, “Oh, shit”
Got a switch on the Glock
I don’t know shit, how yo’ mans get popped?
I’m frozen, iced out, oh Lord
I’m the coldest, why they callin’ me Hot’?
Shit I been did they be tryna re-route
Last nigga ran up on the gang, he got flopped
In the Hellcat, nigga, I don’t see cops
Spot ’em, I got ’em, but I don’t beatbox

I don’t beatbox, spot ’em, I got ’em, yeah, but I don’t beatbox
Stick got dirty again, re-wash
Leave a nigga again in the window rear bar
All this money out here be flowin’
Hoes they be tryna beatbox
All these commas out here, niggas gettin’ shows
Fuck Corona fever
Hotboii froze the store with a heater
These hollows, they hot, and diamonds can not
They’ll change that gangsta whole demeanor
Niggas talk smart, never know the reefer
Can’t turn no ho ’til I house her
I know all these hoes so deceivin’
I know I had to turn around my whole demeanor
I used her throat just to hold my semen
I had told people, “Don’t leave me,” they left, I ain’t give up
Nigga, you ain’t came where I came from
No life, VVS what I lit up
I can get a nigga wet, lit up
All the dead opps get lit up
We done got the crowed all lit up
Like bullets flyin’ all in the club

All I know, run up the check
I’ma do that ’til I’m dead
No, I ain’t never gon’ stop
Booger baguettes, they fall from my nose to my neck
And I be covered in snot
I’ma boss that nigga, can’t stay on the phone a lot
Ho, is you fuckin’, or not?
For some my niggas all they know beat up the pot
I’m tryna get all of ’em out

Like, “Oh, shit”
Got a switch on the Glock
I don’t know shit, how yo’ mans get popped?
I’m frozen, iced out, oh Lord
I’m the coldest, why they callin’ me Hot’?
Shit I been did they be tryna re-route
Last nigga ran up on the gang, he got flopped
In the Hellcat, nigga, I don’t see cops
Spot ’em, I got ’em, but I don’t beatbox