Hotbox YSN Flow

[Intro]
D-Diego
B-B-Bankroll Got it

[Chorus]
Hotbox the four-door, get high a lil' more
I been seein' red, but my heart matte black, the color
It's one thing, another
No love in my heart, but I've been tryin' hard to love her
I know I ain't shit, that's why I'm hotboxing the four-door
Chokin' on the smoke
Inhale all my problems, I exhale my feelings, blow
I'm tryna get so gone
You would think I laced the smoke, can't feel my body no more
Every time I pull up I smell like kush on my cologne

[Verse 1]
Say you want some smoke, we pop his collar like a Polo
Lookin' for some clout, we made a t-shirt, his new promo
Used to play with .22's, we doubled up to .44's
Ain't get shit on Christmas, still won't beef about no ho-ho's
Turned up of them druggies, don't turn me down, I feel too good
Bought a half a dub, but I smoke that shit down in two woods
I been livin' life, you would do the same thing if you could
Shit might get bad, but I can't complain, because them blues good