American rapper and songwriter Hotboii dropped his new single titled “9/11″ First Day Out“. The song captures the highs and lows of Hotboii’s life, from financial success to legal struggles, from music industry distrust to street life grit. The tone is both boastful and reflective, with elements of triumph over adversity while maintaining a tough, streetwise persona. Check out the official lyrics below.
Hotboii “9/11” First Day Out Lyrics
Got A Feel Like A Million Dollars,
So I’ma Rap With This Shit
Turn Me Up, Ready?
I Could Be Your Talent
Turn Me Up, In The Head,
Son I Got A Hand, Son Call The Cops, Then, Uh,
Yeah Look, Brand New Cut The Fan On Chain,
This Bitch Cost 200K
How You Flex A Hundred Bands
You Play So All That Advance
D.A. Tryna Legislate,
I’m Still Screaming For The State
Don’t Ask Me Is I’m Happy Or
I’m Home, Stupid What You Think
And There’s More Than Put My Blues On, Drip Beat
They Could Lock Me Off A Show But Can’t Kill Me
Industry Miss Me, Favorite Rapper’s Snitching
Run Into The Booth, Cut His Lips In, Alright
They Thought I Would Never Jump,
I Showed Them I Could Double Dash
I’ma Fuck Her Over Every Time She Got A Bubble Black
Ayy, She Go Fish Tip By Tip, Fool With Her Toes Off
Ayy, Skiddy Clicking My Vm, I Got A Dope Son
Two Clumsy, I Be The One Without A Drop
Hellcats In The Grey, I Wake Up All The Off
Ayy, Told You About My Life, How I Made It Out
Ayy, This The Life I Had, Stay Real And Still Got
Me A Lot And I Made That Baby Hear My Voice
Told My Son I Would Go This Long Without You, It’s My Fourth
Niggas Pain In My Eyes, I Never Share The Tears Of Joy
Niggas Gang In My Car, They’ll Be Loaded Up For War
Yeah Look, Brand New Cut The Fan On Chain,
This Bitch Cost 200K
How You Flex A Hundred Bands
You Play So All That Advance
D.A. Tryna Legislate,
I’m Still Screaming For The State
Don’t Ask Me Is I’m Happy Or
I’m Home, Stupid What You Think
In The Morning Put My Blues On, Drippy Ayy
They Could Lock Me Up For Sure But Can’t Kill Me
Industry Miss Me, Favorite Rapper Snitching
Run Into The Booth, Cut His Lips In
I Ride Delta, Double One, My Soul Nigga Hell Talk,
Hell Talk, Shorty Love The Bro Ride Hell Nah,
23 And One You Get An Hour Out That Cell Dog
Fans Watching, They Just Waiting On Me To Mail Y’all
Out The Bank, That Cake Be Comin’ Crispy Like It’s Funnel
My Neck Be So Icy, I Could Light Up Me A Tunnel
Fell To Sleep In Bed With Seven Bitches On My Mama Sippin’
Codeine On The PJ, Hoppin’ Off Of My Pajamas Ayy
Ain’t No More Blues, Chicken Soup, Junk Food
Still Sing, I’m Broke Too, Look What I Come Home To
This The Life That I Belong To
I’m Hopin’ That You Come Real,
Don’t Wanna Have To Come Through
Yeah Look, Brand New Cut The Fan On Chain,
This Bitch Cost 200K
How You Flex A Hundred Bands
You Play So All That Advance
D.A. Tryna Legislate,
I’m Still Screaming For The State
Don’t Ask Me Is I’m Happy Or
I’m Home, Stupid What You Think
And There’s More Than Put My Blues On, Drip Beat
They Could Lock Me Off A Show But Can’t Kill Me
Industry Miss Me, Favorite Rapper’s Snitching
Run Into The Booth, Cut His Lips In, Alright
“9/11” First Day Out Song Credits:
| Sone Name | “9/11” First Day Out |
| Singer | Hotboii |
| Song Writer | Elias Iatrou & Javarri Walker |
| Music Producer | E-Trou |
| Label | Rebel/Geffen Records/Hotboii |
| Release Date | September 13, 2024 |
