HOTBOX Lil Darkie

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[Verse 1]
Hotbox the whip by myself, got my veins pumping
Hotbox the whip with the gang, got the stank jumping (Uh)
Motherfuck that (Yuh, yuh)
We acting like some rug rats
Let's go start a genre
They won’t be here much longer, no (Ayy)
All your music hollow
How you paying for your follows, hoe (Ay)
Artists don't mean shit no more
Part of me feels so poor, lord, part of me don't
Artists and beats like restaurant
Part of me do what the rest want, part of me won’t
Painting my raps like gango
Smoking that gas, that's mando', pressure like tank
I ain't been stressing, I think I learned my lesson
My shrink told me to make bank
Yeah, bible, bible
Bullets in my rivals
I might pull my side, pull
And fill up all your eyeholes
I might just go to space (Space)
Ten bong rips in my face, yuh, yuh
In my face (Ha)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, ay