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HotBox Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
Whipping in the city with the indie rolling out
Tryna clear my head cause the voices screaming loud
Weight on my back, I can feel it pound for pound
Rolling up some jays tryna kill this fucking ounce
Eyes turning red, feeling like the devil now
Silver on my teeth, you can call me metal mouth
Smoking on some death, take it straight to the head
Eyes on the road, watching out for the feds
Chilling in the hot box
Demons with them hot chops
Always rolling loud when I'm cruising in the drop top
Times slowing down like someone made the clocks stop
Pack full of hounds, always down to make an op drop
Licks on the town, got me feeling like a chop shop
Smoking by the pound really helps with the Shell shock
Smoke all around hearing coughing in the hot box
Hells where I'm bound and the devil got my cell locked
Blunts in rotation, you tell that I'm faded
Smoking on the ops, and they still fucking hating
Calling me a fake, but you the one who faking
Always being real, strayed away from the basics
Envy in your heart be the reason that you hate me
Swerving on the road and I'm not even racing
Zooted in a ghost you call me Johnny blazing
Smoke from the blunt got me feeling little hazy
Trauma from the past be the same shit that made me
Bitch, I'm on my own and that shit'll make you crazy
I'm just doing me I can never be complacent
You can find a clone but never gone replace me