Hotbox lyrics
by 10KDunkin
[Chorus: Blahkaah]
Ridin' wit' that heater, that's that hotbox
Bustin' at his feet, we call it hopscotch
I don't hit the b*tch unless she top-notch
f*cked the b*tch and nutted in her crop-top
Came wit' all my shooters, we like Men in Black
pus*y n*ggas snitchin', call 'em cats and rats
n*ggas chasin' pus*y, I'm just countin' 10 racks
Try and play me pus*y, then I'm c*ckin' back
[Verse 1: 645AR]
20, 50, 100s, man, I Iove dead men
I been gettin' money since f*ckin' way 'den
So much money they think I cook crack
I steal cheese with the MAC
If Blahkaah miss you, [?] gon' get that
[Verse 2: 10kDunkin]
10 on my face, this 9 don't got no kickback
Talkin' 'bout countin' that guap, S.O.S. been there, did that
I'm in the booth right now, versace rag on the mic
Skinny jeans hold the stick, b*tch, I ain't really trying to fight
[Chorus: Blahkaah]
Ridin' wit' that heater, that's that hotbox
Bustin' at his feet, we call it hopscotch
I don't hit the b*tch unless she top-notch
f*cked the b*tch and nutted in her crop-top
Came wit' all my shooters, we like Men in Black
pus*y n*ggas snitchin', call 'em cats and rats
n*ggas chasin' pus*y, I'm just countin' 10 racks
Try and play me pus*y, then I'm c*ckin' back