Guap Tarantino - Hot Box lyrics
[Guap Tarantino - Hot Box lyrics]
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 let's go
Niggas in the hood like to pop locks
Slide on a nigga in a hotbox
I was makin' racks off the laptop
Go out to town, hit the mailbox, yeah
Put a hundred rounds, make the Drac' lock
Catch your lil' ho at the nail shop
Be a cook, cook it up, rerock
Serve it in the country with the peacocks
Shawty tried to suck me 'til her knees lock
Big Guap, nigga, need big guap
Dropped a damn tape, now the streets locked
Nigga got a K, make you freeze up
Nigga play with me, bet he get popped, yeah
I was makin' money with my damn pops
I got in the street dodgin' damn cops
I bust down my Rollie, don't tick-tock
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
Boy, you a dub, I can see in your eyes
Got me a baddie, got meat on her thighs
I pop an Addy, then go on the rise
They see my diamonds, they know that I shine
Know it's 'bout timing
This shit not surprise
I wear my chain like a motherfuckin' prize
I had to threesome that ho, yeah, she bi
Racks in the closet
These niggas don't know that
Don't know where I started
Might have me a throwback
Might go insane with the drank
Havin' flashbacks
Used to go insane with the bank
Gettin' cash back call me a truck
Got a camera when I back back
Ran off on the plug, boy
He not gettin' shit back
Fat nigga shit, yeah, your bitch
She gon' dig that
I'm in the 6 with a stick, gotta kick back
Know what I'm doin', know what I'm doin'
Only thing I see is up now
I throw the bag, that's a touchdown
I got them racks, yellin', "racks" now
Yeah
Niggas in the hood like to pop locks
Slide on a nigga in a hotbox
I was makin' racks off the laptop
Go out to town, hit the mailbox, yeah
Put a hundred rounds, make the Drac' lock
Catch your lil' ho at the nail shop
Be a cook, cook it up, rerock
Serve it in the country with the peacocks
Shawty tried to suck me 'til her knees lock
Big Guap, nigga, need big guap
Dropped a damn tape, now the streets locked
Nigga got a K, make you freeze up
Nigga play with me, bet he get popped, yeah
I was makin' money with my damn pops
I got in the street dodgin' damn cops
I bust down my Rollie, don't tick-tock
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 let's go
Niggas in the hood like to pop locks
Slide on a nigga in a hotbox
I was makin' racks off the laptop
Go out to town, hit the mailbox, yeah
Put a hundred rounds, make the Drac' lock
Catch your lil' ho at the nail shop
Be a cook, cook it up, rerock
Serve it in the country with the peacocks
Shawty tried to suck me 'til her knees lock
Big Guap, nigga, need big guap
Dropped a damn tape, now the streets locked
Nigga got a K, make you freeze up
Nigga play with me, bet he get popped, yeah
I was makin' money with my damn pops
I got in the street dodgin' damn cops
I bust down my Rollie, don't tick-tock
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
Boy, you a dub, I can see in your eyes
Got me a baddie, got meat on her thighs
I pop an Addy, then go on the rise
They see my diamonds, they know that I shine
Know it's 'bout timing
This shit not surprise
I wear my chain like a motherfuckin' prize
I had to threesome that ho, yeah, she bi
Racks in the closet
These niggas don't know that
Don't know where I started
Might have me a throwback
Might go insane with the drank
Havin' flashbacks
Used to go insane with the bank
Gettin' cash back call me a truck
Got a camera when I back back
Ran off on the plug, boy
He not gettin' shit back
Fat nigga shit, yeah, your bitch
She gon' dig that
I'm in the 6 with a stick, gotta kick back
Know what I'm doin', know what I'm doin'
Only thing I see is up now
I throw the bag, that's a touchdown
I got them racks, yellin', "racks" now
Yeah
Niggas in the hood like to pop locks
Slide on a nigga in a hotbox
I was makin' racks off the laptop
Go out to town, hit the mailbox, yeah
Put a hundred rounds, make the Drac' lock
Catch your lil' ho at the nail shop
Be a cook, cook it up, rerock
Serve it in the country with the peacocks
Shawty tried to suck me 'til her knees lock
Big Guap, nigga, need big guap
Dropped a damn tape, now the streets locked
Nigga got a K, make you freeze up
Nigga play with me, bet he get popped, yeah
I was makin' money with my damn pops
I got in the street dodgin' damn cops
I bust down my Rollie, don't tick-tock