Backwood Q - Hotbox Freestyle Lyrics

I'm too sexy for my shirt
I keep flexing smoking purp
She keep texting imma flirt, Aye
Im wit her bestie she got work
I'm finessing go bizzurt
I let her neck me on the perc

Put some money on his head
I be smoking in a hotbox
I chase the bread
Until my legs lock
I got her leaned out in a bed rock
I hit the weed until I knock out

I'm back in this b***h
I'm outta my tunnel
I wanna Facetime she wanna cuddle
I'm in my bag now, no duffle
I'm stackin chips now, no ruffle
I run the first play no huddle
I don't gang bang but I scuffle
I keep switching lanes, I'm seeing double
I smoke the cookie break it down no crumble
Imma get the stacks in a bundle
Imma count the racks in a bundle
I be poppin tags if she puddle
I be on the xans and I stumble
We can knuckle up
We can rumble
I'm a dog, you a pup, you'll fumble
Imma floss, I'm a boss, but I'm humble
Take a loss to my dog like Russell

I'm too sexy for my shirt
I keep flexing smoking purp
She keep texting imma flirt, Aye
Im wit her bestie she got work
I'm finessing go bizzurt
I let her neck me on the perk

Put some money on his head
I be smoking in a hotbox
I chase the bread
Until my legs lock
I got her leaned out in a bed rock
I hit the weed until I knock out