Hotboy Wes – Renegade Lyrics

Hotboy Wes – Renegade Lyrics

Renegade Lyrics by Hotboy Wes

[Intro: Hotboy Wes]
9th Street
Uh, uh

[Chorus: Hotboy Wes]
Unc’ went to prison, left us in the trenches, I turned to lieutenant, I’m first command
I was locked up, they ain’t shoot me a buck, when the opps said it’s up, I was first to spin
Said this my pussy, when I was in booking, she throwin’ that pussy like first and ten
Fuck the police, off the top, I’ma flee, this an SRT that I’m swervin’ in (Skrrt)
Juggin’ in back of the ‘partments, them niggas be robbin’ shit up in the front
Uncle a smoker, but he still a solider, he break down the ‘gar, put the hard in the blunt (Ah)
I’ma scoot up on your car, I’ma dump (Bah-bah)
Don’t fuck with these niggas like my father was Trump
The bigger the opp, then the bigger my gun
Still in the hood catchin’ juggs in my slums

[Verse 1: Hotboy Wes]
How the fuck he sign a record deal, he still be robbin’ niggas?
Everywhere Lil Hotboy go, you know I got that carbine with me (Bah-bah-bah)
Jumped up off the porch, ain’t have no OG or no father figure (Ain’t have no father)
I been sippin’ raw, sippin’ raw lemonade (Screwed)
Backdoor Joe, slimeball renegade (I’m full)
If a nigga say I crossed him out, he tried to cross me (Cross me)
I was sellin’ dope in front the store in a tall tee
They say they gon’ off me, but I be where they all be
Where they all at? Where they all at? (Man, I don’t know, man)
Let a motherfuckin’ dog preach (Say, man)
Huh, let a motherfuckin’ dog preach (Fuck, for real)

[Chorus: Hotboy Wes & Finesse2Tymes]
Unc’ went to prison, left us in the trenches, I turned to lieutenant, I’m first command (First command)
I was locked up, they ain’t shoot me a buck, when the opps said it’s up, I was first to spin (I was first to spin)
Said this my pussy, when I was in booking, she throwin’ that pussy like first and ten (She throwin’ it, first and ten)
Fuck the police, off the top, I’ma flee, this an SRT that I’m swervin’ in (Skrrt, skrrt)
Juggin’ in back of the ‘partments, them niggas be robbin’ shit up in the front (They be robbin’ shit up in the front)
Uncle a smoker, but he still a solider, he break down the ‘gar, put the hard in the blunt (Look out, unc’)
I’ma scoot up on your car, I’ma dump
Don’t fuck with these niggas like my father was Trump (My father was Trump)
The bigger the opp, then the bigger my gun
Still in the hood catchin’ juggs in my slums (Finesse, two of ’em)

[Verse 2: Finesse2Tymes]
Left the hood store and dropped four ounces in a Jungle Juice (Four)
If I see you out and I don’t speak, then I don’t fuck with you (Nope)
Switches on my glee for all the silent beef (Hrrt)
He ain’t mob tied if that nigga ain’t got ties with me (Made man)
Kickin’ P with Wes, we in the trenches tryna knock a ho (Knock a ho)
Forty-five a pound, he wanted ten, I charged him forty-four (Forty-four)
Don’t give a fuck (Fuck), braggin’ ’bout your hitter, heard they hit him up (They hit him up)
Quit playin’ tough, we know that shit cap, so we don’t give a fuck (Give a fuck)
‘Cause you sent a hit don’t make you gangster, let me clear the air (Clear the air)
If I wanna hear a rapper cap, I’d be an engineer (Engineer)
Cut it off, two hundred pounds of ‘za, I served ’em in the loft (The loft)
I’m in the H, they love me from the Fifth all way to the North
[Chorus: Hotboy Wes]
Unc’ went to prison, left us in the trenches, I turned to lieutenant, I’m first command (First command)
I was locked up, they ain’t shoot me a buck, when the opps said it’s up, I was first to spin (I was first to spin)
Said this my pussy, when I was in booking, she throwin’ that pussy like first and ten (She throwin’ it, first and ten)
Fuck the police, off the top, I’ma flee, this an SRT that I’m swervin’ in (Skrrt, skrrt)
Juggin’ in back of the ‘partments, them niggas be robbin’ shit up in the front (They be robbin’ shit up in the front)
Uncle a smoker, but he still a solider, he break down the ‘gar, put the hard in the blunt (Look out, unc’)
I’ma scoot up on your car, I’ma dump
Don’t fuck with these niggas like my father was Trump (My father was Trump)
The bigger the opp, then the bigger my gun
Still in the hood catchin’ juggs in my slums (9th Street)

[Outro: Hotboy Wes]
Figure, I been sippin’ raw, sippin’ raw lemonade (Screwed)
Backdoor Joe, slimeball renegade
Bitch-ass nigga
That shit tough