HOT BOX Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: HitMan]
When he got 3 in his chest, the 4th reject cah’ the kitchen bent
From then, never stepped with them, was a big 15” from about 15
Corrupted teens bring chord and menace
Step at stake of a sentence, so everybody in the ride perfect it
Don’t move mad, cah’ sh*t goes bad
Jump out gang, doing it, they dash
We stay in batches and counter-attack, that they can’t hack so they run into flats
We bully that block, they pull dumb stunts
And you must not give a f*ck about lungs, when [?] back that Z, you run
And left your mum, disgusting son
That block got cursed from the day we come

[Verse 2: DA]
Can’t cut through, I get charged up fully
I’m a bully, swing my blade and watch his brains fall out of his hoodie
She gets a buzz from DA’s woody
Switched sides, how could he? That’s never
Whenever I’m backing my bruce, I’m backing my wetter
Get smoked no matter your gender
I’m skilled at applying the pressure, they’re running indoors 4 by 4
Me and J hop out the 4x4, just done a workout tryna’ work his core
You’re out of luck
Get wet if you slip, get t-shirts torn
Put him on a bench if he doesn’t perform
He’s a chicken, I gotta’ feed it corn, look
[Verse 3: HitMan]
Devilish youts’, and he’s saying he can have it
No f*cking ramping, blades, we back it, do it and dash quick
Everyone’s stunned like “Yo, what happened?”
I have no clue so don’t ask me who, but I heard that the road got taped
We weren’t involved in the mix-up, but the Jakes grabbed both on a madness cah’ they know ‘bout the 98 link-up
Cheff, cheff, get soaky, or smokey when we dump this dumper
Grimy juice get spilled on a daily, [?] go crazy
Tryna’ sweep up the whole of the A-Team
Undies preein’, it’s me they’re seeing
On a 300, stay flying
Jugg on my block all day, I ain’t lying
I got a lineup in the ally, i’m flying there quick, no need to delay
Cah’ I know these cats won’t wait
Like them boys when they slide through our estate, they just cut through, they don’t wanna play
We slide back on volts they can’t handle
They ain’t really feeling this angle, it ain’t neutral, reverse this manual
Pop doors, watch them all depart
Try pull up the suttin’ but kept it one
No scuffin’, pursuit, keep running
One of them drop, this blade gon’ done him
Yuck, rip, twist, he’s finished
Do it and dig it, blades, we swing it
Sting like fish when i fill it, opps will feel it

[Verse 4: DA]
In the field, where it does go down
Signed to the streets, get nicked’, can’t randle it
Gamble it
Risk it, grip it, choke it, strangle it
Man hop out the dinger with hella’ equipment, still couldn’t find me a way to angle it
Phones at home, we don’t do no camera sh*t
sh*t got messy and he couldn’t handle it
Got bricks on loans, some banker sh*t
Japan if I spot me a pagan
T-shirts cut up, you’re f*cking with Satan
Brand new pack, backstrap and blaze it
Hospital beds if you test my patience
I’m in the passy’, the rims are shaking
Four wheels on the pavement
Rambo on my waist and this case is jarring
But the day feels better when I have my wetter, I put him in a box, no sparring
No 300, it’s a car ‘ting
Free Sparkle, he got sh*t sparking
Their drip is flat, and my ting’s sparkling
Parallel sami’s and O-shaped dingers, we ain’t on parking
‘018, had nizz in the jailhouse
‘019, dropped ‘Numerous Times’
‘018, screamed “f*ck what you heard!”
‘019, we abused that line
Left him for dead when I chinged up my man, HitMan’s [?], my slime
A-Team, only for them, I’ll rise
We turn up just to turn off guys