Hotbox

[Chorus: YFN Lucci] Uh, hopped right out a Bimmer to a Bentley, we playin' hopscotch Jumped right out that pussy, then I hopped into a drop-top (Dubba-AA flexin') Ayy, I was playin' with that pussy, I was tryna take off her crop-top Ayy, she my little ghetto bitch, she wanna fuck me in a hotbox (This is the sound) [Verse 1: Gloss Up] Ayy, hood bitches got the best pussies that you gon' find around (The best) I don't do no cookin', pussy makin' macaroni sounds (Uh-huh) How you think I got two kids? (How?), nigga lettin' off a hundred rounds (Bah-bah) Fucked that nigga good, got on my Boosie shit like, "Wipe me down" (Wipe me down) Ayy, jumpin' through these niggas, comin' like it's hopscotch My nigga outside, ain't goin' out, that mean the block hot (I ain't goin' outside) These bitches be messy, her nigga givin' me sloppy top Who told them bitches they was runnin' shit? Because they really not (Bitch) Finna go see this man about a horse, bitch, I'll be right back (Back) They be blowin' these niggas up and meanwhile, I don't text back (I don't text back) He just picked me up and now I'm slidin' in a Scat Pack (Skrrt, skrrt) I don't fuck with broke niggas, don't gotta ask where that cash at (Where that cash? I don't gotta ask that shit, bitch) [Chorus: YFN Lucci] Hopped right out a Bimmer to a Bentley, we playin' hopscotch Jumped right out that pussy, then I hopped into a drop-top Ayy, I was playin' with that pussy, I was tryna take off her crop-top Ayy, she my little ghetto bitch, she wanna fuck me in a hotbox [Verse 2: YFN Lucci] She my lil' thot bop Uh, bitch, take off them panties, let me see it, go and drop-drop Yeah, make that ass clap for me, I'm tryna get my rocks off I don't like no dry mouth Had to fuck her in the car, bitch can't come in my house Look, she got fed up today, he kept buyin' knockoffs Uh, say if a nigga play today, he just might get knocked off Look, you gon' need a new dog, I'm the man, not y'all Tryna get 'em out the state, you gon' need a U-Haul Try and boost the murder rate, then why the hell you didn't call? If I ain't got no Percs today, then I'm servin' Tylenol I say whole lotta money, I'm way above average, yeah And my pinky ring more than a hundred carats, yeah With this pinky ring, I could feed like twenty rabbits, yeah I'm just tryna fill my condo up with twenty baddies Yeah, hopped right out a, huh, Porsche, huh Hopped into a GTS and threw that bitch in sport, yeah, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt [Chorus: YFN Lucci] Hopped right out a Bimmer to a Bentley, we playin' hopscotch Jumped right out that pussy, then I hopped into a drop-top Ayy, I was playin' with that pussy, I was tryna take off her crop-top Ayy, she my little ghetto bitch, she wanna fuck me in a hotbox [Outro] (This is the sound) (Dubba-AA flexin')