HotBox
Cruising through my city yeah we hot box the whip
We only chasing cash homie i am no simp
The way i'm stepping out she think i am a pimp
When we get home she blow me up like a blimp
It's like she get a rush yeah whenever we link
I'm sipping on some crush it's mixed up some drink
Going through a lot right now i'm not tryna think
Gotta hidden choppa nigga under the sink
Hit him with the whoppa combo little 223
Hitting on little shawty baby tu ven aqui
Reading body language i can tell she a freak
Got her on that lock down boy she not for the streets
White tee black jeans and some shorts you know that it's tucked
XD PPS with beams you can get sticked up
Hollows in my magazines tryna feel your touch
Not close to Halloween but my homie been masked up
If you know how i get why did you expect so much
She say that she care about me she hate me so damn much
Don't know how to feel right now i'm feeling bubble guts
Pushed her away from me now she see that she fucked up
There's no coming back i left the memories in the dust
And i'ma keep on stacking all i know is run it up
She's in a relationship yeah you know i fucked it up
Bring her back to the hood you know i beat it up
Bring her back to the crib you know she sucked it up
Bend her over hit her back you know i crunched it up
Front the pack i flipped the pack you know i flipped it up
You know i'm strapped i got the gat yeah ain't no running up
Bitches want the photos like they was the paparazzi
Bitch i love the blues but we strapped up like the Nazi's
Hit her from the back and she gone call me papi
Bitch i know my flow hot it's just like a Taki
Little Migo on the grind they ain't gone stop it
Little Migo with some money in my pocket
Junkie niggas they be mad cause they do no got it
Stealing grams but they smoke it they don't make no profit
PPS concealable it's like a pocket rocket
Sticked a nigga up put the chrome straight to his noggin
If he ain't talking money i don't know what he be talking
Dropping hits back to back bitch i'm winning flawless
Steam come out the window like we was just hot boxing
Smoking pressure they think that it's laced because it's exotic
The way this gas stink they gone think it's something toxic
We from the bottom but one day we gone be popping
We only chasing cash homie i am no simp
The way i'm stepping out she think i am a pimp
When we get home she blow me up like a blimp
It's like she get a rush yeah whenever we link
I'm sipping on some crush it's mixed up some drink
Going through a lot right now i'm not tryna think
Gotta hidden choppa nigga under the sink
Hit him with the whoppa combo little 223
Hitting on little shawty baby tu ven aqui
Reading body language i can tell she a freak
Got her on that lock down boy she not for the streets
White tee black jeans and some shorts you know that it's tucked
XD PPS with beams you can get sticked up
Hollows in my magazines tryna feel your touch
Not close to Halloween but my homie been masked up
If you know how i get why did you expect so much
She say that she care about me she hate me so damn much
Don't know how to feel right now i'm feeling bubble guts
Pushed her away from me now she see that she fucked up
There's no coming back i left the memories in the dust
And i'ma keep on stacking all i know is run it up
She's in a relationship yeah you know i fucked it up
Bring her back to the hood you know i beat it up
Bring her back to the crib you know she sucked it up
Bend her over hit her back you know i crunched it up
Front the pack i flipped the pack you know i flipped it up
You know i'm strapped i got the gat yeah ain't no running up
Bitches want the photos like they was the paparazzi
Bitch i love the blues but we strapped up like the Nazi's
Hit her from the back and she gone call me papi
Bitch i know my flow hot it's just like a Taki
Little Migo on the grind they ain't gone stop it
Little Migo with some money in my pocket
Junkie niggas they be mad cause they do no got it
Stealing grams but they smoke it they don't make no profit
PPS concealable it's like a pocket rocket
Sticked a nigga up put the chrome straight to his noggin
If he ain't talking money i don't know what he be talking
Dropping hits back to back bitch i'm winning flawless
Steam come out the window like we was just hot boxing
Smoking pressure they think that it's laced because it's exotic
The way this gas stink they gone think it's something toxic
We from the bottom but one day we gone be popping
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Writer(s): Richard Rivera
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