Lyrics Hot Box - Guap Tarantino

Hot Box

What, nigga?
Shut up
Yeah
Squad, nigga, y’all niggas know what the fuck goin' on
You know what I’m sayin'?
You know what I’m sayin'?
Been a big boss with this shit, since I was just
little
(DJ on the beat so it’s a banger), let’s go
Niggas in the hood like to pop locks (Pop locks)
Slide on a nigga in a hotbox (In a hotbox)
I was makin' racks off the laptop (Racks)
Go out to town, hit the mailbox, yeah (Racks, racks, racks)
Put a hundred rounds, make the Drac' lock (Brrt)
Catch your lil' ho at the nail shop (Yeah)
Be a cook, cook it up, rerock (Woo)
Serve it in the country with the peacocks (Peacocks)
Shawty tried to suck me 'til her knees lock (Knees lock)
Big Guap, nigga, need big guap (Big guap)
Dropped a damn tape, now the streets locked (Streets locked)
Nigga got a K, make you freeze up (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga play with me, bet he get popped, yeah (Brrt)
I was makin' money with my damn pops (Racks)
I got in the street dodgin' damn cops (Yeah)
I bust down my Rollie, don’t tick-tock (Yeah, yeah)
Took the game, hijack, came through projects
Hundred round drum make you hit, can’t dodge that
Shawty went dumb on the dick like, «Ride that»
Shawty put tongue on the dick, no digest
I get fake love, but that shit in disguise (Yeah)
Boy, you a dub, I can see in your eyes (Yeah)
Got me a baddie, got meat on her thighs (Woo)
I pop an Addy, then go on the rise (Addy)
They see my diamonds, they know that I shine (Ah)
Know it’s 'bout timing, this shit not surprise (Woo)
I wear my chain like a motherfuckin' prize
I had to threesome that ho, yeah, she bi (Yeah)
Racks in the closet, these niggas don’t know that (Yeah)
Don’t know where I started, might have me a throwback (Racks)
Might go insane with the drank, havin' flashbacks (Brrt)
Used to go insane with the bank, gettin' cash back (Woop, woop)
Call me a truck, got a camera when I back back (Hah)
Ran off on the plug, boy, he not gettin' shit back (Come here)
Fat nigga shit, yeah, your bitch, she gon' dig that (Fat nigga shit)
I’m in the 6 with a stick, gotta kick back (I'm in the 6)
Know what I’m doin', know what I’m doin' (Yeah)
Only thing I see is up now (Woo)
I throw the bag, that’s a touchdown (Woo)
I got them racks, yellin', «racks» now, yeah (Racks, racks, racks)
Niggas in the hood like to pop locks (Pop locks)
Slide on a nigga in a hotbox (In a hotbox)
I was makin' racks off the laptop (Racks)
Go out to town, hit the mailbox, yeah (Racks, racks, racks)
Put a hundred rounds, make the Drac' lock (Brrt)
Catch your lil' ho at the nail shop (Yeah)
Be a cook, cook it up, rerock (Woo)
Serve it in the country with the peacocks (Peacocks)
Shawty tried to suck me 'til her knees lock (Knees lock)
Big Guap, nigga, need big guap (Big guap)
Dropped a damn tape, now the streets locked (Streets locked)
Nigga got a K, make you freeze up (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga play with me, bet he get popped, yeah (Brrt)
I was makin' money with my damn pops (Racks)
I got in the street dodgin' damn cops (Yeah)
I bust down my Rollie, don’t tick-tock (Yeah, yeah)