Listen to Hot Box Freestyle: S1-E4 (feat. O'mizz, JoJo, TD & Tpl) by GTK TV

Hot Box Freestyle: S1-E4 (feat. O'mizz, JoJo, TD & Tpl)

GTK TV

Hip-Hop/Rap

Lyrics

TPL Ayy Rocky this wavey If you're onto me then you're onto gang If I tap this twice, then I guarantee you ain't coming back About time the boy there get back For all the time we slapped at hats Talk on Ls, are you mad? Lee done been on your black like jadz What you know about riding opp block, see no akhs? So you bill up a spliff, kick back Wallahi, I'm talking facts '019 when they started riding, so I don't wanna hear no chat Blacked out to the brim, I'm really tryna do up purging Me n Biz had talks with the sticks Now we tryna leave a black yout hurting Revenge don't have no date, when I get that drop, it's curtains I'm tired of the 3 hour glides, we've really been out here lurking Ain't on their block, so we circle from block to block Like where are these opps? Dezzie, he got shot now I can't wait till I see his brother How many man been chased? Why the fuck do they leave each other? I just love when they talk on the net Live on the flesh, see bare man stutter Like what the bumba Don't get caught, live corn in this pumpa On the TP strip with my DC goons Ay, someone gone light that crew Why did the corn just miss his hat? Headback, should've got split in two Oh shit, oh shit, that's another CID at my door Food come 10-10 Why you think the cats kept ringing for more? 15 inches and 3.5s, somebody haffa get knifed and die I'm still on the strip where the undies hide Oh shit is that an armoured ride? One sec, let me call you back I need to reload and make some cash For the dot-dot ting with I fling corn at your boyfriend's hat He ain't on shit, they lie on tracks I wanna see black yutes in papers We came to their block, left the whole scene looking all vacant They really fear this gang, what you know about the 2 date? Slap slap, don't get hit in your back If you ain't drilling, response to the drillers Just play your position Guy need new dingers, we already got teeth for the spinners Looking for us but the Gs ain't hidden The way I turned packs to cash You would think Touch Dat's a magician You can get lit on that block, no kidding So likkle man don't go missing When we come round, them man they're pissing Selection of wap man picking You know that SA's dishing There soon be a opp at pending One nigga wanna be in my rizla Plus we got Dezzie too And this smoke come oh so leng Same thing that this barbie said While she giving out madda It's a fucking mence She said she want a TP tug I'm out here, I ain't dishing out hugs I ain't dishing out love Flipping packs, I'm a tug Who's been chinged and who's been shot? If I'm with GB, then he's barking it off I still ring with this lethal Glock Like we've said, don't lack in your spot All of my opps ain't on Touring T, tryna turn man off Aye Touring T, tryna turn man off
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