Hotbox Pro Era (Ft. Joey Bada$$ & Nyck Caution)

[Intro: Joey Bada$$]
Ride for my niggas on site
Ride for my niggas on site
Ride for my niggas on site

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
The flows is acidic
Cruising in a slow-ass Civic, I got gas, hit it
Hold up, cops passed, I stop, laugh, hit it
Jakes is snake lizards, if they smell they won't come hither
Nigga, 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 in 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

[Chorus: Joey Bada$$]
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 bitch know I'm burnin' out
And what I'm learning now is still more trees to go around
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 bitch know I'm burnin' out
And what I'm learning now is still more trees to go around