CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Hotboxin’ Freestyle

In a V.I. Low, got a fe-fi-fo
Strapped up G.I. Joe
But they may not know
Better pray, don’t go
Kanye crazy
Tryin' me, put you in a IV
We’re four shots
I got the Pete to the Davidson
Say you need god, why you hatin' him?
Kanye really a satanist
(He really is, though; that’s why Kim left yo a**!)
Tickin' bomb, waitin' to blow
Angry Birds with angry words
About to tweet, they sh*t-talkin'
I walk the walk 'cause I keep walkin'
Keep stallin', Twitter act tough
Get roast by a b*t*h that look like Miss Puff
T-bag the mic, I go nuts
Drop everyday like Russ
Used to punch kids on the bus
F**k on my turf, son
Boy shoot blanks like a nerf gun
I’m a bad kid, yeah, the worst one

Hotboxin', hotboxin', hotboxin', yuh
Hotboxin', hotboxin', hotboxin', yuh
Hotboxin', hotboxin', hotboxin', yuh
Hotbox, hotbox, hotbox, send shots
Hotbox, send shots, hotbox, send shots
Got my weed, got my stick
Say I’m funny, ain’t no trick
See my pistol, see my gun?
Blow my whistle, better run
Divide the fractions
B*t*h looks like Freddie Jackson wit' a British accent
Spittin' flames like fire
When the flame bein' traumatized
By the mental insane
Damaged in my brain
This morphine’s got me drained
It’s hard to maintain
Illest pen in the game
Better know the name
F**k the fame!
Y’all f**kin' up the frame