HotBox Lyrics

If it's smoke we spinning nun but shooters in this hotbox

Extended mag plus switchy do him bad we don't do stock glocks

We send shit to god I bought FN boy I don't box opps

It's ironic he got caught in that GT then he got his top dropped

Nigga broke don't call me twin

Came thru this bih tripping might fuck Kenzie might fuck Brynne

Opps been clicking up heard them boys shitty they can't win

We been spinning bins spinning bands spinning gens

Duck or get yo head hit

Aint no self revive stand over him he need a med kit

Perky P mix wockhardt with RPs cup full of red shit

Heard that boy was flagging on ig now he a dead bitch

Nigga can't go rack for rack with me I'm having fed shit

Nigga bet not send no blitz on me he better cancel that

We seen what he said I drop a bag and they go handle that

Nun but face shots we left brain right where his sandal at

Can momma even handle that hit that curb and bust a left

Thirty shots I call it Steph paralyzed he won't ever step

Nigga thanking he touched more cheese than me he most be smoking meth

Niggas put bout sixty in yo jeep now it ain't nothing left

Nigga won't even try that shit he do he meeting death

Earned my stripes I beat the ref main bitch claim I'm never there

Why the fuck this lil bitch doubled back if she ain't never cared

Took her back then cheated on her twice this shit ain't never fair

Sent his ass the drop to have sum fun but he was never there

If it's smoke we spinning nun but shooters in this hotbox

Extended mag plus switchy do him bad we don't do stock glocks

We send shit to god I bought FN boy I don't box opps

It's ironic he got caught in that GT then he got his top dropped

Nigga broke don't call me twin

Came thru this bih tripping might fuck Kenzie might fuck Brynne

Opps been clicking up heard them boys shitty they can't win

We been spinning bins spinning bands spinning gens