Hot Box

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 Bitch-ass nigga, dumb-ass nigga
 I'm loaded, look, ayy
 Back in the day, used to pull up in hotbox
 Now I pull up in a drop-top
 Pull on the opp block, drop somethin', then
 Pull up to the mall and go cop somethin', hold it
 I ain't have shit, Yavo got a lot now
 The bitch used to diss me, she givin' me top now, ayy
 Good drank, bitch, I'm sippin' Wockhardt
 I'm in the Scatpack dodgin' the cop cars
 Stick like guitars, we pull up like rockstars
 At the door with the stick, let it knock hard
 Ayy, lil' niggas can't stand me, so they need a big chair
 I'm slammin' P's like Ric Flair, ayy
 I catch an opp and I'm gettin' at him, hittin' at him
 Talkin' 'bout hundreds, I been had 'em
 Ayy, and them fifties and twenties, I been stackin', gettin' at it
 Back in high school, bitch, I been havin'
 Ayy, and she told me before all the money, I been handsome
 Police ask questions, don't get answers
 Ayy, on the block for so long, startin' to feel like a stop sign
 'Fore I turned ten, had a Glock 9, gang
 My niggas robbin', I'm feelin' like Batman
 I got paper and work in my backpack
 Sellin' P's and Q's like math class
 Bitch, I stay with four nines like San Fran
 Baby, how high can you get? Feel like Meth Man
 Glock stay with me, I call this bitch best friend
 Glock stay with me like Spongebob and Patrick
 I'm from the 'partment, this shit get Jurassic
 Bullet bald head like O'Neal at the Magic
 Cougar bitch and she hate when I'm saggin'
 Still callin' me daddy 'cause she know a young nigga havin'
 Glock 21, yeah, you know I'm a savage (Let's go)
 Back in the day, used to pull up in hotbox
 Now I pull up in a drop-top
 Pull on the opp block, drop somethin', then
 Pull up to the mall and go cop somethin', hold it
 I ain't have shit, Yavo got a lot now
 The bitch used to diss me, she givin' me top now, ayy
 Good drank, bitch, I'm sippin' Wockhardt
 I'm in the Scatpack dodgin' the cop cars
 Stick like guitars, we pull up like rockstars
 A Zae Production, we pull up and shoot somethin'
 Money like plants, my nigga, I grew some
 Ride with birds in Seattle, I feel like Lynch now
 Get him knocked off for cheap in the hood, I got discounts
 I'll get an opp drafted, look, I'm havin' real scouts
 Big booty bitch eat the dick on the lil' couch
 Too much money to fit in a lil' pouch
 Too much money, gotta get me a SPRAYGROUND
 Nigga play stupid, now you hear the K sound
 My niggas slidin', they don't need no playground
 No Scooby, on the road, my dogs like Greyhound
 I say the bitch got glasses like Velma
 I'm on the road with bags in the Mystery Van
 Put rounds in his ass like the Michelin Man
 Ayy, bitch, you play with my dog, then I'm siccin' his ass
 Too much work in the bag, couldn't even get in the class
 Ain't workin' shit out, put a bag on his ass
 Sellin' birds like Tweetie, Jugg spinnin' like Taz
 Like tight-ass pants, we gon' get on your ass
 I ain't friendly like Stella, bitch, get off my grass
 I ain't friendly like Stella, bitch, get out my yard
 Got punch, no tonk, bitch, I'll pull your card
 These niggas small fries, bitch, I'm goin' large, ayy
 Back in the day, used to pull up in hotbox
 Now I pull up in a drop-top
 Pull on the opp block, drop somethin', then
 Pull up to the mall and go cop somethin', hold it
 I ain't have shit, Yavo got a lot now
 The bitch used to diss me, she givin' me top now, ayy
 Good drank, bitch, I'm sippin' Wockhardt
 I'm in the Scatpack dodgin' the cop cars
 

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Duration
02:56
Key
1
Tempo
124 BPM

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