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Lil’ Flip
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Hotbox, riding 'round the city moving slowly
I got bitches in my section that don't know me
Tick tock, oh, on your wrist is not a Rollie
On my block, all of the real hitters know me
(It's him)
It's a season for everything
You can't just put season on everything (you can't)
I mix my emotions with Mary Jane (mix)
I'm addicted to bitches apparently
Money first
You get you some bitches then put in the work
Ain't punching no clock, just knocking, knocking
Ain't no joke, nigga want smoke
Ayy, bitches in the club and they acting like they know us
They don't, they just hoes and they wanna fuck us
Twinkle twinkle little star, do you know where you are? (Lil bitch)
You in the back of the Wraith, a hundred blunts to the face
Hotbox, riding 'round the city moving slowly
I got bitches in my section that don't know me
Tick tock, oh, on your wrist is not a Rollie
On my block, all of the real hitters know me
The mission is money and money the mission
I'm riding and smoking, I'm smoking and sipping
Got bait on my line, in the city I'm fishing
Run it up, my nigga, let's get it
VS1's in my mouth, VS2's on my wrist
Flawless diamonds on my neck, shining hard than a bitch
Haters faces look pissed
See I just hit up TJ and got the right price
Then I dropped a bag and got the right ice
Now your bitch just wanna spend one night
Got her riding around, 'bout to take flight
Hold up, wait, I'm pumping my brakes
Trunk lights on while the fifth wheel hang
Don't mind me, I'm just doing my thing
Chuck your deuces out the window, that's when slabs start to swang
Hotbox, riding 'round the city moving slowly
I got bitches in my section that don't know me
Tick tock, oh, on your wrist is not a Rollie
On my block, all of the real hitters know me
Hotbox, riding 'round the city moving slowly
I got bitches in my section that don't know me
Tick tock, oh, on your wrist is not a Rollie
On my block, all of the real hitters know me
I pulled up with two pre-rolls
You bring one, that's a trio
I told her I'm a Pisces, she told me she a Leo
We smoke that Pepé Le Pew
I got some cookies, they blue
We got containers of glue
On do-si-do, I can't move
I blow smoke in your face when I smoke in the Wraith
My chick bad and she bougie
We can't smoke in your place then I'ma vacay
Fuck it, let's go to the movies
I'm at Elevated, smoking CBD in my P
I got a text, the Mario Kart 10 Supremes came in
Now watch me
Hotbox, riding 'round the city moving slowly
I got bitches in my section that don't know me
Tick tock, oh, on your wrist is not a Rollie
On my block, all of the real hitters know me
Yeah
That's hotbox, man, that's hotbox in this bitch, man
Smoke something, bitch, you know
Got a torch, fuck that lighter
Torch gang
Tortillas tacos