Hotbox Lyrics

Hello

Started at the house, asking what the hell to do

And I'm seeing all the time, knowing that it's passing through

Calling on my friends and they rolling up their weed

It's hot up in the streets, like 300 degrees

Weave roll, slow roll, baby cash out

It be better, than me, than you, know imma act out

Generation curse, yup I'm sleeping with the karma

I wonder

Dial money phone, speaking to my mama

Baby boy

Imma messy boy

She's a tad bit coy

With a loud ass voice

And he's

Caffeine bound

Crash bound at your Starbucks

Come to alarm us

Such a good boy, drama

Loud mixed your six sense

Cough

Huh fake friends

Never know if you'll die before the day ends

Weigh the pro, the more the cons

You with the shits, the more there are

Don't be looking far

Within one is a great big star

The highs brings the lows in the mist of the trifle

Happy cant be with things, but what do I know

Life's suicidal

Demanding denial

Who knew Pursuit of Happiness could be so futile

Started at the house, asking what the hell to do

Seeing all the time, knowing that it's passing through

Calling on my friends and they rolling up their weed

It's hot up in the streets, like 300 degrees

Like fuck

Started at the house, asking what the hell to do

And I'm seeing all the time, knowing that it's passing through

And I'm calling on my friends and they rolling up their weed

It's hot up in the streets, like 300 degrees

Skit

I am the most faded I've ever been

For me to be this, I think it is a sin

But I ain't tripping

Just sit back and cut on friends

Talk about the new instagram trend

Thinking its happening again

The language I'm using isn't really that proper

Thinking if my grandma heard me then her life might just prosper

Black Hooded

Smile Crooked

Catch a gram in central booking

Pass a loogie on the pussy

Then bet to getting pushy like

Wow

How did Plankton go to this

He's talking on that nasty sexy freaky type of shit

Ive already got ahead

No take backs on what I said

Lay your head and go to bed

In school I was undeclassifed like I'm Ned

But got a Dime case, and money in my pockets

Yes I'm balling like I'm Kobe but end up with the Rockets

I'm in this small car high and its filled with smoke

We about to get out because on this smoke we might just choke

Yo