Hotbox Camping ft. Sosa Bxby Lyrics

(Get this shit out my hand)

Yea

Ay

Hop on the jet now we finna go ghost

Fucking the bitch yea the bitch do the most

Nigga want static get smoked like some dope

Rolled up in jatic he smell like cologne

Hotbox the whip while we making a song

If she ain't sucking dick then I'm sending her home

Now the bih calling my phone

Told the bih leave me alone (Yea)

An I hate a bitch that be doing the most

If she ain't giving neck then I gotta get ghost

Whack a nigga turn him into a post

Murder had the choppa know what she wrote

Lay in his yard I'm gone get him on time

Put the flash to his face its a 9

I really do this shit ain't no surprise

Imma pull the trigger look him right in his eyes

Look him right in his eyes I can tell that he pussy

Know ima tax when they all try an book me

I seen the hate so I charged boy you lucky

Move like a vet but lil bitch ima rookie

Shootas gone step and they don't do no bluffing

I make a call but there is no discussion

Look at yo bitch and she always be blushing

Walk in the mall and spend cash like its nothing

Niggas be hating it ain't no assumptions

Gotta bad bitch need another one now

Her friend she looking so bad

I might just roll me another one up

I'm in the whip with my brodie and two bad bitches

An we can't see its foggy in here

Hotbox the whip so we all getting lit

Know after that me and lil shorty just dipped

Just hit ya lil hoe she say I make her happy

Hit from the back an she calling me daddy

Ain't with the dissing just dm the addy

Hunnid round drum an it's shaped like a patty

You gone catch the whole clip ima shoot till it's empty

It's a throw away I buss it get filthy

Have my gloves on pled to not guilty

Finger fuck the Choppa its getting milky

Yo bitch yea i'm taking her home nshit

She all on my phone nshit (Got damn)

She say that she will never cheat on you

Well I'm proving her wrong lil bitch

Diamonds they shining even through the tint

Know she wanna fuck but say she gone vent

I stay with my nena like I'm paying rent

We hotboxing camping know we getting lit

Ay

Hop on the jet now we finna go ghost

Fucking the bitch yea the bitch do the most

Nigga want static get smoked like some dope

Rolled up in jatic he smell like cologne

Hotbox the whip while we making a song

If she ain't sucking dick then I'm sending her home

Now the bih calling my phone

Told the bih leave me alone

(Here you go bro damn my fault)

(Damn bout time nigga)

(These niggas out here charging 220 a half)

(Chiefing the blunt nshit nigga)

Hop on the jet now we finna go ghost

Nigga want static get smoked like some dope

Hotbox the whip while we making a song

If she ain't sucking dick then I'm sending her home

Now the bih calling my phone

Told the bih leave me alone