paroles de chanson HOTBOX - Lil Darkie

Hotbox the whip, by myself, got my veins pumping
Hotbox the whip, with the gang, got the stank jumping (Uh)
Motherfuck that (Yuh)
We acting like some rug rats
Let's go start the Chandra
They won't be here much longer, no (Ayy)
All your music cut low
How you paying for your follows, (Ayy) hoe?

Artist don't mean shit no more
Part of me feels so poor or part of me don't
Artists and beats like restaurants
Part of me do what the rest want, part of me won't
Painting my raps like gango
Smoking that gas, that's mando, pressure like tank
I ain't been stressing, I think I learned my lesson
My shrink told me to make bank

Yeah
Bible, bible
Bullets in my rivals
I might pull my side, pull
And fill up all your eyeholes
I might just go to space (Space)
TEN BONG RIPS TO MY FACEEE
Yuh, yuh
In my face (Ha)
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Ayy

Hotbox the whip by myself
I'm that same nigga
Hotbox the whip, with my gang
Yeah, I game bigger
Bitch, I'm talking leaf
I've been baking with my bae
In L.A., homie
'Cause I got all the weight on me
(Yeah)

GUN MUSIC, I WILL TEAR YOU TO PEICES
I'm in the crevices, caverns and creases
I smoke in public
That bitch so mad
But Lil Darkie, he loved it

Yuh, ay, yuh, ay, ay-ay
Yuh, huh, yuh, ay, ay-ay (Oh, wait)
Yuh, yuh, ay, yuh, yuh-yuh, yuh-yuh
Uh, yuh, ay, ay-ay-ay