HOTBOXING lyrics

[Chorus: Gleason]
I grip the mic like a machete, you can’t out-pop or test me
Hotboxing on the mic, yeah I know you pricks still get me
You can’t stress me man, your arms looking quite stretchy
Know your arms ain’t strong when I say “you get me?”

[Verse 1: Gleason]
Told me to sign a contract, I stayed away from him, no-contact (no contact!)

I wouldn’t ever fight you, even if I ever tried to you’d die fool (haha)

Don’t test me, on the mic I get testy like ballsacks (Like ballsacks)

Call Gleason a di*k? Man, I’m this and then I’m all that (All that!)

[Chorus: Gleason]
I grip the mic like a machete, you can’t out-pop or test me
Hotboxing on thе mic, yeah I know you pricks still get me
You can’t strеss me man, your arms looking quite stretchy
Know your arms ain’t strong when I say “you get me?”

[Verse 2: Gleason]
Off mic, I’m boxing people online like a strike drone (Strike Drone!)

Flurry fighting so fast these f*ckers think I’m a freaking cyclone (Cyclone, cyclone, cyclone)
[Interlude: Gleason]
“I really don’t get it, I don’t
I’ve been boxing for 3 years now, and I still get disrespect
I’ve been out here way before all of these pricks
And they have the audacity to make fun of the way I fight?
They wanna- spin their hands, acting like I’m not even punching
b*tch please- I punch so fast you literally can’t keep up
So don’t come at me, with your “duh duh duh duh”
Acting like I’m some cheat
Two words, get good
I’m done

[Chorus: Gleason]
I grip the mic like a machete, you can’t out-pop or test me
Hotboxing on the mic, yeah I know you pricks still get me
You can’t stress me man, your arms looking quite stretchy
Know your arms ain’t strong when I say “you get me?”

[Verse 3: Gleason]
So f*ck off, I punch so fast you can’t see it all like a cyclops
With my Opps, you’re not even top a-thousand the way my fight stops
I’m ripe off, been doing this since 21 and my time clocked
That’s 3 years, 5 world records, 2 championships, that’s Gleason - So get good, I’ll see ya