HotBox intro
Hot box the whip roll the windows up
Smash on the gas make 'em taste my dust
No tread on the tires I been doing donuts
Break down the pack got the streets sowed up
Got something real good in a styrofoam cup
I been feeling myself let me test my luck
Got a chick on my line with a real big butt
If she answer my call imma tell her pull up
Play it real smooth like I ain't trynna fuck
But she know wassup yeah she know wassup
My ego's too big for a wedding ring
Let me put some diamonds in ya belly ring
I'm an entrepreneur of many things
Speaking big business when the telly ring
Make it make sense like some pocket change
Working hard to make more than my father made
If you dissing my name come and catch a fade
We can shoot it out if you s'il vous plaît
This shit serious bitch I don't ever play
Never let a opp know where you lay
On the same grind it's a different day
Belt on my waist and it's MK
She gone eat up the nut like a payday
On her body like I'm trynna waist train
Anti social and a people pleaser
I'm the one that people playing through the speakers
I been catching these plays like a wide receiver
On a paper route like I been moving ether
Got that white girl and her name Anita
Her aroma smelling like some kitchen cleaner
I apologize for my rude demeanor
But I won't bite my tongue even for a feature
I am who I am from the day I meet ya
Bitch I been in these streets like a parking meter
I don't have time to waste or to argue neither
I'm not scared to be lonely or block a diva
Save the drama for ya momma and ya people
I don't got time to waste or to argue neither
I'm not scared to be lonely or block a diva
Save the drama for ya momma
If you really think I give a fuck I don't
You can't get on my nerves I'm too high hoe
And it's sad that you never had high hopes
Pop a perky is it real?
Fuck if I know
My head on point temp fade on rhino
Rolling big elephant trunk blunts of fye dro
You ain't gotta lie hoe and we can still kick it
Smash on the gas now we got the wheels spinning
Yeah she like to drift with me
Hot box the whip roll the windows up
Smash on the gas make 'em taste my dust
No tread on the tires I been doing donuts
Break down the pack got the streets sowed up
Got something real good in a styrofoam cup
I been feeling myself let me test my luck
Got a chick on my line with a real big butt
If she answer my call imma tell her pull up
Hot box the whip roll the windows up
Smash on the gas make 'em taste my dust
Play it real smooth like I ain't tryna fuck
But she know wassup
Yeahh she know wassup
Smash on the gas make 'em taste my dust
No tread on the tires I been doing donuts
Break down the pack got the streets sowed up
Got something real good in a styrofoam cup
I been feeling myself let me test my luck
Got a chick on my line with a real big butt
If she answer my call imma tell her pull up
Play it real smooth like I ain't trynna fuck
But she know wassup yeah she know wassup
My ego's too big for a wedding ring
Let me put some diamonds in ya belly ring
I'm an entrepreneur of many things
Speaking big business when the telly ring
Make it make sense like some pocket change
Working hard to make more than my father made
If you dissing my name come and catch a fade
We can shoot it out if you s'il vous plaît
This shit serious bitch I don't ever play
Never let a opp know where you lay
On the same grind it's a different day
Belt on my waist and it's MK
She gone eat up the nut like a payday
On her body like I'm trynna waist train
Anti social and a people pleaser
I'm the one that people playing through the speakers
I been catching these plays like a wide receiver
On a paper route like I been moving ether
Got that white girl and her name Anita
Her aroma smelling like some kitchen cleaner
I apologize for my rude demeanor
But I won't bite my tongue even for a feature
I am who I am from the day I meet ya
Bitch I been in these streets like a parking meter
I don't have time to waste or to argue neither
I'm not scared to be lonely or block a diva
Save the drama for ya momma and ya people
I don't got time to waste or to argue neither
I'm not scared to be lonely or block a diva
Save the drama for ya momma
If you really think I give a fuck I don't
You can't get on my nerves I'm too high hoe
And it's sad that you never had high hopes
Pop a perky is it real?
Fuck if I know
My head on point temp fade on rhino
Rolling big elephant trunk blunts of fye dro
You ain't gotta lie hoe and we can still kick it
Smash on the gas now we got the wheels spinning
Yeah she like to drift with me
Hot box the whip roll the windows up
Smash on the gas make 'em taste my dust
No tread on the tires I been doing donuts
Break down the pack got the streets sowed up
Got something real good in a styrofoam cup
I been feeling myself let me test my luck
Got a chick on my line with a real big butt
If she answer my call imma tell her pull up
Hot box the whip roll the windows up
Smash on the gas make 'em taste my dust
Play it real smooth like I ain't tryna fuck
But she know wassup
Yeahh she know wassup
Credits
Writer(s): Kedrick Howard
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