Joey BadASS - Hotbox lyrics

rate me

feat. NYCk Caution

Ride for my niggas, it’s all I say

Ride for my niggas, it’s all I say

Ride for my niggas, it’s all I say

The flows is acidic, cruising in a slow ass Civic, I got gas, hit it

Hold up, cops passed, I stop, laughing

They chasing snakes, lizards, if they smell they won’t come hither

Nigga, I hisses at your misses

Slither down her throat, spit her up, mm delicious

I’m too malicious, this one for my mistresses

In distress, ‘cause positions that I put them in could stretch

You can’t contest and get the rude boy effects

Two shots, I give him two shots, boy for dead

Boom, bye, bye in a batty man head

The sooner I die, sooner them gets ahead

So you do the math, put the pieces in the puzzle like

Voodoo in the trap, no strings attached

In fact, it’s all connected in this sense, neglected in this sense

But well collecting my respect

They say we too loud, we need to turn it down

I copped a pound, now I’m ‘bout to burn it down

Hotbox in this bitch know I’m burning out

And what I’m learning now is still more treat to go around

They say we too loud, we need to turn it down

I copped a pound, now I’m ‘bout to burn it down

Hotbox in this bitch know I’m burning out

And what I’m learning now is still more treat to go around

Pick the weapon up and use it

Deceptive tactics never get between me and my music

Reason for that living condition you living a witness, a God with his mic

Starry nights ain’t never come, ‘cause they don’t go where it’s bright

So how the fuck can I go shine, when my constellation dim

I conversate with momma just to know where I begin

Then condensate your armor so it’s weak upon your limbs

Blast the speakers when you speak up ‘cause you bleak and mad to wit

Alright, stay relentless if you get it

Second place is ours, we’re clocking in any minute

‘Cause first is not all magic

They got me cursed with this new apparent future

That I will never reinsert my fucking balance

I’m a frog, you a cricket

Once was just a tadpole and I’m still a tadpole trying to fix it

They balling with no limits, represent the ‘Raris

So how the fuck you expect me to be civil in Civics, no

They say we too loud, we need to turn it down

I copped a pound, now I’m ‘bout to burn it down

Hotbox in this bitch know I’m burning out

And what I’m learning now is still more treat to go around

They say we too loud, we need to turn it down

I copped a pound, now I’m ‘bout to burn it down

Hotbox in this bitch know I’m burning out

And what I’m learning now is still more treat to go around