Nyck Caution - Hotbox lyrics

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Nyck Caution - Hotbox lyrics

[Intro] Ride for my n***as on site Ride for my n***as on site Ride for my n***as on site [Verse: Joey BADA$$] The flows is acidic Cruising in a slow-a** Civic, I got gas, hit it Hold up, cops pa**ed, I stop, laugh, hit it Jakes is snake lizards, if they smell they won't come hither n***a, I hisses at your misses Slither down her throat, spit her up, (mmm) delicious I'm too malicious, this one for my mistresses In distress, cause positions that I put 'em in could stretch Can't contest him, get the rude boy vexed True shotta give him two shots, rude bwoy fi dead Boom, bye bye in a batty man head The sooner I die, sooner them gets ahead So you do the math Put the pieces to the puzzles like Voodoo in the trap No strings attached In fact, it's all connected in the sense, neglected in the Cents, plus well collecting my respect [Hook] X2 They say we too loud, we need to turn it down I copped a pound, now I'm 'bout to burn it down Hotbox in this b**h know I'm burnin' out And what I'm learning now is still more trees to go around [Verse: NYCk Caution] Pick the weapon up and use it Deceptive tactics never get between me and my music Reason for that livin' condition you livin' a witness, a god with his mic Starry nights ain't never come, cause they don't go where it's bright So how the f** can I go shine, when my constellation dim I conversate with momma just to know where I begin Then condensate yo' armor so it's weaker by your limbs Blast the speakers when you speak up cause you bleak in measurement Stay relentless if you get it Second place is ours we're clocking in any minute (Alright) Cause first is not imagined They got me cursed with this new apparent future That I will never reinsert my f**in' balance I'm a frog, you a cricket - once was just a tadpole And I'm still a tad poe' trying to fix it They ballin' with no limits, reckless in the Rari's So how the f** you expect me to be civil in Civics [Hook] X2 They say we too loud, we need to turn it down I copped a pound, now I'm 'bout to burn it down Hotbox in this b**h know I'm burnin' out And what I'm learning now is still more trees to go around