Hot Box Lyrics - Jid

Oh yeah 

DJ Drama 

I'm trapped in my mind, I need help (I need help) 

I'm still going, gangster 

I sit back and recline, and inhale (And inhale) 

Bitch I'm back on my grind, you can't tell 

(You can't tell) 

When I hit the spliff, only time we face L's 

Uh, okay, I stepped in this bitch like 

I stepped in some shit 

Right, left, right, left, left, hop, dip, skip 

J.I.D, dipshit, the spliff lit, I'm lifted 

I'm finna hit the zip lick for zip-lock bags 

So keep your lip zipped 

Shit poppin' like ten zits, I got a little weed oil 

Pull it when the pen lit, that's a good drag 

He be high off it in a minute, and that's a good bag 

I got it from my Cali plug and she's a dentist 

Back in the book bag, I roll it, light it 

No look pass, that's too gassy, sulfuric acid 

Girl you nasty 

Now the lips of this spliff is, like 

Wet as shit from your lipstick 

You could just have it, but you still gotta fatty 

Still managing to come up with 

The magic in the true fashion 

J.I.D Milly Rockin' through the madness 

(Madness) 

Silly cockroaches don't forget the 

Glock is closer to me 

So when you approach him or 

Greet him do it with kosher (kosher) 

We can smoke and you can watch me roll it up 

Stay away from them niggas 

Tryna sneak Cosby in your cup 

Told you one time 

I ain't gon' do molly with you, but 

You so fine, I'd try and do some molly off your butt 

I ain't tryna sabatoge your killer vibe, I made a joke 

So I can hide what it is I really feel inside 

But in your mind, I be wildin' in them high 

Out of my mind 

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M-E-T-H 

Ayy, look 

Light a booger up, wedgie in the butt, yep 

We pulling up 

My cup runneth over, theirs ain't full enough 

They bad, but that ain't good enough 

They mad 'cause they 

Ain't half of what I'm cookin' up 

Taraji out in line 

Giving cookies a plug in my supply 

Need a jumper cable, why? 

Gon' hook me up, the devil is a lie (lie) 

Who won't shush me up, I heard he got that fire 

Gon' kush me up, I'm gone 

Push me up, mister how high 

That I can kiss the sky 

Gon' look me up 

She pushing up her bra 

Like cookies looking cushy in the jaw 

Told her book me, hit the nookie up tomorrow 

See police be tryna book me 

'Cause they put me in Segal 

You's a rookie 

I'ma boogie 'fore you put me in the car 

I got beef with my connect, I'm vexed 

'Cause you see his THC is not correct 

I think he should not collect 

Not upset, I ain't trippin', what 

He pitchin' out his best 

Should be glad my hand is gripped 

Around his spliff and not his neck, yes 

This not a bogie, you already know the smell 

Not that codeine 

I heard that lean is deadly for your health 

If you know me 

Then know that I already got some L's 

Smoke some OG, so you can smoke 

That reggie by yourself 

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Ha, I'm trapped in my mind 

I need help (I need help) 

I sit back and recline, and inhale (And inhale) 

Bitch I'm back on my grind 

You can't tell (You can't tell) 

When I hit the spliff 

Only time we face L's (Face L's) 

Eenie miney moe, I pick a flow and set sail 

J.I.D and Joey, they say we the best out 

They studying the methods 

Tell them 'pass the sesh now' 

I'm a walking legend walking with my chest out 

Please babe don't you push me 

'Cause I'm off the X, yo 

My silence got 'em politicin' with 

Them hedged outs 

You hooked up on my findings 

I'm hooked on this Kim, though 

I smoke on the regular 

You smokin' that Reginald 

Look y'all ain't ready for this, I'm back spasmin' 

Chain too heavy, it's giving me back spasm 

Pardon the sarcasm, inside it's all pessim' 

I rides the beat until it have a bargasm 

Pregnant pause 

Bitch I might shoot the club up 

I'm way too raw, I'm going in without a rubber 

I'm smokin' on this fire batch, it got me raisin' hell 

While I hold this Mac-11 screaming "fuck twelve" 

I'm trapped in my mind, I need help (I need help) 

I sit back and recline, and inhale (And inhale) 

Bitch I'm back on my grind 

You can't tell (You can't tell) 

When I hit the spliff 

Only time we face L's (Face L's) 

I'm trapped in my mind, I need help 

I sit back and recline, and inhale 

Bitch I'm back on my grind, you can't tell 

When I hit the spliff, only time we face L's 

Right up 

That's what you call generations 

And generation now 

Know that, J.I.D