JID, Method Man, Joey Bada$$ - Hot Box lyrics
JID [Destin Choice Route] Atlanta, Georgia. U.S. 🇺🇸
Joey Badass [Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott] Brooklyn, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[JID, Method Man, Joey Bada$$ - Hot Box lyrics]
I'm trapped in my mind, I need help
(I need help) i'm still going, gangster
I sit back and recline, and inhale
(And inhale)
Bitch, I'm back on my grind, you can't tell
When I hit the spliff, only time we face L's
Uh, okay, i stepped in this bitch like
I stepped in some shit
Right, left, right, left, left, hop, dip
Skip
JID, dipshit, the spliff lit, I'm lifted
I'm finna hit the zip lick for zip-lock
Bags so keep your lip zipped
Shit poppin' like ten zit's
I got a little weed oil
Pull it when the pen lit, that's a good drag
He be high as fuck in a minute
And that's a good bag i got it from my Cali
Plug and she's a dentist
Back in the book bag, I roll it, light it
No look pass
That's too gassy, sulfuric acid
Girl you nasty
Now the lips of this spliff is like
Wet as shit from your lipstick
You could just have it
But you still got a fatty
Still managing to come up with the
Magic in the true fashion
JID Milly Rockin' through the madness
(Madness)
Silly cockroaches don't forget the Glock
Is closer to me
So when you approach him or greet
Him do it with caution (Caution)
We can smoke and you can watch me roll it up
Stay away from them niggas tryna
Sneak Cosby in your cup told you one time
I ain't gon' do no molly with you but
You so fine, I'd try and do
Some molly off your bu-, heheheh
I ain't tryna sabotage your killer vibe
I made a joke so I can hide
What it is I really feel inside
But in your mind
I be wildin' and I'm high out of my mind
M-E T-H
Ayy, look
Light a booger up, wedgie in the butt, yep
We pulling up
My cup runneth over, theirs ain't full enough
They bad but that ain't good enough
They mad 'cause they ain't half
Of what I'm cookin' up
Taraji out in line, giving cookies up
Plug in my supply, need a jumper cable, why?
Gon' hook me up, the devil is a lie (Lie)
Who won't shush me up
I heard he got that fire
Gon' kush me up, I'm gone
Push me up, mister how high
That I can kiss the sky gon' look me up
She pushing up her bra
Like cookies looking kushy in the jar
Told her book me, hit the nookie up tomorrow
See police be tryna book me 'cause
They put me in Segal you's a rookie
I'ma boogie 'fore you put me in the car
I got beef with my connect, I'm vexed
'Cause you see his THC is not correct
I think he should not collect
Not upset, I ain't trippin', what
He pitchin' out his best
Should be glad my hand is gripped around
His spliff and not his neck, yes
This not a bogie, you already know the smell
Not that codeine
I heard that lean is deadly for your health
If you know me
Then know that I already got some L's
Of some OG
So you can smoke that Reggie by yourself
Ha, I'm trapped in my mind, I need help
(I need help)
I sit back and recline, and inhale
(And inhale)
Bitch, I'm back on my grind, you can't tell
When I hit the spliff, only time we face L's
Eenie miney moe, I pick a flow and set sail
JID and Joey, they say we the best out
They studying the methods, tell them
"Class in sesh now"
I'm a walking legend walking
With my chest out
Please babe don't you push me
'cause I'm off the edge, dawg
My sonics got me politicin'
With them hedgehogs
You hooked up on my findings
I'm hooked on this chemdawg
I smoke on the regular
You smokin' that Reginald
Look y'all ain't ready for this
I'm back spazzin'
Chain too heavy, it's giving me back spasm
Pardon the sarcasm, inside it's all pessim'
I rides the beat until it have a bargasm
Pregnant pause (Uh, uh)
Bitch I might shoot the club up
I'm way too raw
I'm going in without a rubber
I'm smokin' on this fire batch
It got me raisin' hell
While I hold this Mac-11 screaming
"Fuck twelve"
I'm trapped in my mind, I need help
(I need help)
I sit back and recline, and inhale
(And inhale)
Bitch I'm back on my grind, you can't tell
(You can't tell)
When I hit the spliff, only time we face L's
(Face L's)
I'm trapped in my mind, I need help
I sit back and recline, and inhale
Bitch I'm back on my grind, you can't tell
When I hit the spliff, only time we face L's
Ride out that's what you call generations
And generation now know that, JID