Hotbox Camping

(Get this shit out my hand)
Yea

Ay
Hop on the jet now we finna go ghost
Fucking the bitch yea the bitch do the most
Nigga want static get smoked like some dope
Rolled up in jatic he smell like cologne
Hotbox the whip while we making a song
If she ain't sucking dick then I'm sending her home
Now the bih calling my phone
Told the bih leave me alone (Yea)

An I hate a bitch that be doing the most
If she ain't giving neck then I gotta get ghost
Whack a nigga turn him into a post
Murder had the choppa know what she wrote
Lay in his yard I'm gone get him on time
Put the flash to his face its a 9
I really do this shit ain't no surprise
Imma pull the trigger look him right in his eyes

Look him right in his eyes I can tell that he pussy
Know ima tax when they all try an book me
I seen the hate so I charged boy you lucky
Move like a vet but lil bitch ima rookie
Shootas gone step and they don't do no bluffing
I make a call but there is no discussion
Look at yo bitch and she always be blushing
Walk in the mall and spend cash like its nothing
Niggas be hating it ain't no assumptions
Gotta bad bitch need another one now
Her friend she looking so bad
I might just roll me another one up
I'm in the whip with my brodie and two bad bitches
An we can't see its foggy in here
Hotbox the whip so we all getting lit
Know after that me and lil shorty just dipped

Just hit ya lil hoe she say I make her happy
Hit from the back an she calling me daddy
Ain't with the dissing just dm the addy
Hunnid round drum an it's shaped like a patty
You gone catch the whole clip ima shoot till it's empty
It's a throw away I buss it get filthy
Have my gloves on pled to not guilty
Finger fuck the Choppa its getting milky
Yo bitch yea i'm taking her home nshit
She all on my phone nshit (Got damn)
She say that she will never cheat on you
Well I'm proving her wrong lil bitch
Diamonds they shining even through the tint
Know she wanna fuck but say she gone vent
I stay with my nena like I'm paying rent
We hotboxing camping know we getting lit

Ay
Hop on the jet now we finna go ghost
Fucking the bitch yea the bitch do the most
Nigga want static get smoked like some dope
Rolled up in jatic he smell like cologne
Hotbox the whip while we making a song
If she ain't sucking dick then I'm sending her home
Now the bih calling my phone
Told the bih leave me alone

(Here you go bro damn my fault)
(Damn bout time nigga)
(These niggas out here charging 220 a half)
(Chiefing the blunt nshit nigga)

Hop on the jet now we finna go ghost
Nigga want static get smoked like some dope
Hotbox the whip while we making a song
If she ain't sucking dick then I'm sending her home
Now the bih calling my phone
Told the bih leave me alone



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