Alliouminati - HotBox (feat. Hineedmoney)

I'm on fire right now fuck nigga
You a fuck nigga
I might have to call this shit fuck nigga
Nah this shit called hotbox
I done turned a lil Chevy to a hot box
I done smoked all the weed, hotshot
When her neck get heavy she gone pop box
Everything i say fizz, pop rocks
Shit, everything I do top notch
I bet you can’t cook it in a crock pot
I bet you ain’t serve it like a pot pie
Got some spinach on me popeye
I’m breaking the law
I’m breaking her jaw
Got her kissing my paw
When i hit it she bark
Hit the pussy for a good hour
I be smoking on good sour
On the block with the gang
Throw it up whole hood yower
Then it’s back to the business
I make Benjamin witness
How i get it and spend it
She gone top if i lend it
Getting neck it ain’t tinted
She relieving some tension
She believe in attention
Now she dependent
I done turned a lil Chevy to a hot box
I done smoked all the weed, hotshot
When her neck get heavy she gone pop box
Everything i say fizz, pop rocks
Shit, everything I do top notch
I bet you can’t cook it in a crock pot
I bet you ain’t serve it like a pot pie
Got some spinach on me popeye
Them some lame niggas not i
The glock a change niggas sci fi
The glock got range nigga WiFi
I was at the range with her why lie
I don’t entertain niggas not ski
I just take his bae from em cocky
She gone bring her brain with her sloppy
He gone let her stay with him not me
In the baddest bitch with armor
She can’t trap me till the summer
She get naked when i love her
She is taken you ain’t touch her
Bring her ass through the doe
Blow her back on the floor
She on crack she need more
Outta straps hit the store
I done turned a lil Chevy to a hot box
I done smoked all the weed, hotshot
When her neck get heavy she gone pop box
Everything i say fizz, pop rocks
Shit, everything I do top notch
I bet you can’t cook it in a crock pot
I bet you ain’t serve it like a pot pie
Got some spinach on me popeye
She didn’t believe that i time travel
I hit the gas appeared over there
The look on her face man she mind boggle
I spin that block more than one time
My dog see the cops yell out one time
I’m fucking that hoe only one time
I keep me a stick like the drum line
Just like I’m Rondo got couple nines
New chopper came with attachments
She texting my phone with attachments
I’m all in the bank and I’m laughing
I’m spazzing out all of you bastards
Lou just gone put em in caskets
Man I just hate all you bastards
Man I’m gone hit all you bastards
Yeah look at my mags yeah
I done turned a lil Chevy to a hot box
I done smoked all the weed, hotshot
When her neck get heavy she gone pop box
Everything i say fizz, pop rocks
Shit, everything I do top notch
I bet you can’t cook it in a crock pot
I bet you ain’t serve it like a pot pie
Got some spinach on me popeye

Written by:
Aliou Diallo, Marc Mackenzie

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find