Hot Box lyrics

[Intro]
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b*tch-ass n*gga, dumb-ass n*gga
I'm loaded, look, ayy

[Chorus]
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 sh*t, Yavo got a lot now
The b*tch used to diss me, she givin' me top now, ayy
Good drank, b*tch, I'm sippin' Wockhardt
I'm in the Scatpack dodgin' the cop cars

[Verse 1]
Stick like guitars, we pull up like rockstars
At the door with the stick, let it knock hard
Ayy, lil' n*ggas 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, b*tch, I been havin'
Ayy, and she told me before all the money, I been handsome
Police ask questions, don't gеt answers
Ayy, on the block for so long, startin' to feel like a stop sign
'Forе I turned ten, had a Glock 9, gang
My n*ggas robbin', I'm feelin' like Batman
I got paper and work in my backpack
Sellin' P's and Q's like math class
b*tch, 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 b*tch best friend
Glock stay with me like Spongebob and Patrick
I'm from the 'partment, this sh*t get Jurassic
Bullet bald head like O'Neal at the Magic
Cougar b*tch and she hate when I'm saggin'
Still callin' me daddy 'cause she know a young n*gga havin'
Glock 21, yeah, you know I'm a savage (Let's go)
[Chorus]
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 sh*t, Yavo got a lot now
The b*tch used to diss me, she givin' me top now, ayy
Good drank, b*tch, I'm sippin' Wockhardt
I'm in the Scatpack dodgin' the cop cars

[Verse 2]
Stick like guitars, we pull up like rockstars
A Zae Production, we pull up and shoot somethin'
Money like plants, my n*gga, 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 b*tch eat the di*k on the lil' couch
Too much money to fit in a lil' pouch
Too much money, gotta get me a SPRAYGROUND
n*gga play stupid, now you hear the K sound
My n*ggas slidin', they don't need no playground
No Scooby, on the road, my dogs like Greyhound
I say the b*tch 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, b*tch, 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' sh*t 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, b*tch, get off my grass
I ain't friendly like Stella, b*tch, get out my yard
Got punch, no tonk, b*tch, I'll pull your card
These n*ggas small fries, b*tch, I'm goin' large, ayy
[Chorus]
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 sh*t, Yavo got a lot now
The b*tch used to diss me, she givin' me top now, ayy
Good drank, b*tch, I'm sippin' Wockhardt
I'm in the Scatpack dodgin' the cop cars