K2 - Hot Box lyrics

Heard your nigga dead and
Gone I ain't tripping, ha-Ha
In the car blowing pressure windows up
Hot box i don't do the drive-bys
I be leaving hop-outs in the trap with some
Niggas that be whipping hot pots
I ain't even gotta go in 'cause
A nigga out now niggas think I'm Polo G the
Way a nigga "Pop Out"
I'm in love with the spinach make
'em niggas think I'm Popeyes
I'm gon turn up in the party
Like Elvis Presley I rock out
Heard your nigga dead and
Gone I ain't tripping, ha-Ha
In the car blowing pressure windows up
Hot box i don't do the drive-bys
I be leaving hop-outs
In the trap with some niggas
That be whipping hot pots
I ain't even gotta go in
'cause a nigga out now
Niggas think I'm Polo G the
Way a nigga "Pop Out"
I'm in love with the spinach make
'em niggas think I'm Popeyes
I'm gon turn up in the party
Like Elvis Presley I rock out

I'm not your average rapper I
Be listening to exotic hoe
She a virgo I think I got me an exotic hoe
She got that grade A Uh, eligible for honoral
Momma sending me back I'm like what
You want out the store
Feeling like "TK" in cash hit it
3 times in a row
Every time a nigga high I get to feeling low
Like a curtain you know a
Nigga ain't never fold
Like a stripper my niggas known
For clutchin' on poles
I got some niggas out that
"nawf" and some throwing 4's
A nigga turnt up now a
Nigga used to rock girbauds
I'm a addicted to the "benjis" like a narco
Shit what you trying to do?
Nigga yeah I thought so
Kick a nigga dead up in
His shit like I'm naruto
How you reppin' off a play that
You ain't never caught hoe
Pants full of creases I ain
Never use starch though
First name Keynyn I ain't
Never met Kel though
I be handing gram for gram
But still catching sells though
You claiming that you solid
But I know that you would tell hoe
So I got to stay away and keep my distance
Anything I even told a nigga I meant that
Any sin a nigga ever did I repent that
In the kitchen whipping hard
Looking like a chemist
Tell her turn her ass around
Like her first name Timmy

Heard your nigga dead and
Gone I ain't tripping, ha-Ha
In the car blowing pressure windows up
Hot box i don't do the drive-bys
I be leaving hop-outs
In the trap with some niggas
That be whipping hot pots
I ain't even gotta go in
'cause a nigga out now
Niggas think I'm Polo G the
Way a nigga "Pop Out"
I'm in love with the spinach make
'em niggas think I'm Popeyes
I'm gon turn up in the party
Like Elvis Presley I rock out

Heard your nigga dead and
Gone I ain't tripping, ha-Ha
In the car blowing pressure windows up
Hot box i don't do the drive-bys
I be leaving hop-outs
In the trap with some niggas
That be whipping hot pots
I ain't even gotta go in
'cause a nigga out now
Niggas think I'm Polo G the
Way a nigga "Pop Out"
I'm in love with the spinach make
'em niggas think I'm Popeyes
I'm gon turn up in the party
Like Elvis Presley I rock out