Hot Nigga

[Verse 1: Slim Thug] Thugga! Hold up, I'm just doing me man I've been doing this for 15 years man Minding my business, getting to the money Changed a lot but still got the choppas nigga Got a lot to lose, I ain’t playing with you Have you and your whole clique laying with you Them jackers get jealous when you get richer Roll strapped, keep my heat like the laws I got to keep mines just incase y’all have y’alls Big boss never bow down stand tall And if you don’t like me, fuck y’all I don’t kiss ass or fake with you Female ass niggas want to date with you So emotional, I don’t share that trait with you That’s why the boss can’t get cake with you Stand alone, yeah I hold my own Still keep it 100, in every song My old haters fell off, I got new haters Guess it’s cause I’m still getting new paper Make them suffer when they see me shine No deals, still staking more than niggas sign They mad I left them behind But I ain’t your babysitter nigga stop crying I’ll be damned if I stop trying I do it for the fam, can't let them down That why every year I shut them down About to make another mil, one more time Boss Life nigga! [Verse 2: Z-Ro] Vandross nigga Drinking lime in this bitch right now nigga That's right, uhh I’m like a curfew, come through and bitch niggas go in He say he the truth, he’s going to have to show me then If I’m too cool for you, then act like you don’t know me then Fuck the world more then, that’s what Z-Ro be in Bad bitches only, we don’t fuck with common hoes Trying to knock them all down like some dominos Vic and Anthony my niggas, never dominos Chunking the deuces to bitch niggas, I got to go Support me, you my people not a fan, man I always held my ground, I never ran, man And never put my shit on niggas when the man came “I ain’t got your money, you’re looking for Lil’ Sam, man!” Shit. Ain’t hard being real, hell, it’s even free! I wish everybody was real; it’s how we need to be You can live a long time, and die of old age But you’re dead cause what you said on your Twitter page Maybe you’re dead cause you trust the wrong nigga, man Thought he was his man until his real man showed up Didn’t see it coming, he poring drank in his soda Should of paid attention, would have caught it in his shoulder My nigga, don’t make me let the judge go off Let it go hard, never let the judge go soft And not just you either, I’ma judge your house Lights out for all y’all, unplugging the whole house Yeah, a Styrofoam cup inside a Styrofoam cup That’s a $360 Styrofoam cup Bottle with my name, I ain’t got to hide my Styrofoam cup Y’all want to smoke? Tip the man and lit them hoes up Real is real. Fake is fake Haters trying to reel me in, I ain’t got take the bait I know I ain’t on time, I’m in to make you wait You’re fucking right, before I eat I still say my Grace That’s what’s wrong with these niggas They forgot the Almighty Instead of “thank you Lord,” they be more like “all buy me” Shit, and then they wonder they fucked up Behind my back he raw but in my face he fucked up I’m tired of showing love to all these Shirley ass niggas Three Stooges ass, Larry, Moe, and Curly ass niggas If I don’t fuck with you, then I just don’t fuck with you You mad, make me take your ass in the morning nigga you trash Real is real. And fake is fake “Why they keep hating on you, man?” They want to take my place Didn’t even see me like the Popo, they can make my place The King and The Boss eating, ain’t going to save a plate, uhh