JUSi Beats - HotBox (feat. SST) Lyrics

Yeah, alright, shit, yeah, alright, huh I had to, uh, I had to go crack the window
Cause my shit too boxed And I was tryna creep inside the club, the
Pole was in my side I'm from the streets, it's either R.I.P
Or you learn how to box And I don't care about designer too much

You see me wearin' Crocs Paper route, I'm feelin' just like Dolph
Gotta keep my Glock Young Lil' Ho, she said that I'm the bomb
Shit, I'm the new Bel Air Pussy, I was outside gettin' checks, I'm
Talkin' new deposit Three amigos, I say R.I.P., I pay my dudes

To rock How the f*ck you thinkin' you the plug if
I moved aside
You wasn't with me hittin' them lil' stangs, I had to feed my pockets
You ain't never used a blick before, you ain't shot no choppa

These snacks been strugglin' for weeks, you ain't had no problems
Yeah, I'm in the whip, I'm chillin' with yo' bitch, she givin' me brain
Yeah, I'm tryna knock a couple chromosomes up out her membrane
Yeah, pull a shot and hit him in his top, you shouldn't say names

Target practice, catch us in the field, we havin' great aim
I'm happy cause this lil' shit I'm rappin', givin' me pain
Yeah, JUSi Beats produced that one song, it's titled Eastlake
Pockets full of blues, bustin' through the jeans, I need a nickname

Yeah, purple jeans, rattle on my feet, please don't get shanked
Yeah, I know the hoes on that side of the room, be some groovies
Shit, I don't give a damn, catch me in the huddle, grippin' booty
Nigga, thick bitch, weave between the sheets, we watchin' Tubi

Niggas bitchin' Pisces, she all on my body, no affluence
Yeah, beat the pussy up just like I'm boxin', I'm into it
Yeah, you the type to try to come around and start a feud with niggas
Yeah, uncle was cookin' on the pot, but no food was in it

I remember wearin' them same clothes in them schools, lil' nigga
You wasn't with me when I was out walkin' through that mud
Yeah, Ill really smoke any of you niggas for my blood, sister
Yeah, chunky pants mixed with the beefy shoes, I feel the love

Yeah, Unky, Jocky, keep touchin' the potty and they're huggin
Yeah, my cousin Blood, don't let me say Cs, I call him Big Buddy
Yeah, they like how the f*ck SST rappin', all of a sudden
Yeah, I told you I was gettin' to the pack, but I was not rushin

Yeah, time is precious, boy, just keep your peace and have a Glock bustin
Yeah, this one hoe said she only got two bodies, but the house f*ckin
Yeah, gettin' guap, I might just do a lot and get a house buckin
Yeah, it be me who callin' all the shots, I got the spot cut

If you shop with me, you get this shit for cheap, bitch, call me Block Bustin
Man, I ain't racist, but I'm startin' to hate you niggas like ruckus
He was snitchin' to my bitch about the hoes I was f*ckin
Takin finger samples of the different wap, cause they bustin

And you ain't never seen eleven chops inside a couch surfin
That hoe Cap, she keep sayin' that she clean her twat burnin
I seen his mama out, she start tellin' stories, I'm opp learnin
Bullets big as f*ck, these bottle bullets have the house rumblin

You speak on me, the price gon' be so cheap to have your opp touch you