HOT BOXIN Lyrics

Cold blooded keep that heata on me we ain't boxing

It get slimey in these streets boy these snakez toxic

Fired on him, smoke him up call that hot boxing

Duckin when we spin the block watch em do the ostrich

Highs and lows I embrace it thats how life goez

Rubix cubed this bitch together with a blindfold

Fuck a front, it feel different getting it on your own

You ever sat down in the trap sending 304z

186 22z I'm talking penal codez

Enhancement charges for the firearmz I'm letting blow

Funk season summertime boy it's getting cold

But You ain't never lived that so you don't really know

I done lost too many bros, I can't lose no more

On sights and green lights, watching suckaz fold

Hurt my soul, homie took the stand and then he told

How you associate wit snitchez, that ain't real bro

Seen some punkz lose they morals, tryna get some cho

I could never tho, bitch I'm sticking to the code

Free my gang memberz in the box throwing fourz

And if a sucka disrespect better break his nose

How the fuck you say you from the hood and no one knows

These niggaz telling on theyselfs better tuck that pole

Kuz, we ain't shooting clouds, when we come around, itz smoke

A snitch gon alwayz hang themselves just provide the rope

Checkin tempz and body language bitch, I'm watching close

Only got a couple options/ you gon rock or roll

Heavy metal head bang him turn em to a ghost

Tryna up the score if he hiding knock his folkz

Still spinning thru yo hood like them hundred spokez

Flossed his whip onda gram now we know the load

Had to tax him, he a lick without the envelope

Turnt vegan when the beef hit, he artichoked

How you hustla but you steady snortin all the coke

10 crack commandments but they skipping number four

Watch ya step, don't trip, it's a slippery slope

Seen em come and go, be Sosa, not Tony