HOTBOX

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Hotbox the whip by myself, got my veins bumpin' Hotbox the whip with the gang, got the stank jumping (Uh) Motherfuck that (Yuh, yuh) We acting like some rug rats Let's go start a genre They won't be here much longer, no (Ayy) All your music hollow How you paying for your follows, ho (Ayy) Artists don't mean shit no more Part of me feels so poor, lord, part of me don't Artists and beats like restaurant Part of me do what the rest want, part of me won't Painting my raps like gango Smoking that gas, that's mando', pressure like tank I ain't been stressing, I think I learned my lesson My shrink told me to make bank Yeah, bible, bible Bullets in my rivals I might pull my side, pull And fill up all your eyeholes I might just go to space (Space) Ten bong rips in my face, yuh, yuh In my face (Ha) Yuh, yuh, yuh, ayy [Bridge] Hotbox the whip by myself I'm that same nigga Hotbox the whip, with my gang Yeah, I game bigger Bitch, I'm talking leaf I've been baking with my bae in L.A Homies, I got all the weight on me (Yeah) [Verse 2] Cunt music, I will tear you to pieces I'm in the crevices, caverns and creases (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh) I smoke in public That bitch so mad, but Lil Darkie, he loved it [Outro] Yuh, ayy, yuh, ayy, ay-ayy Yuh, huh, yuh, ayy, ay-ayy (Oh, wait) Yuh, yuh, ayy, yuh, yuh-yuh, yuh-yuh Uh, yuh, ayy, ay-ay-ayy