Hotbox Da Van by Kleeshai Lyrics
Wassup it’s Kleeshai he so shady slimy baby
2 feet in too deep I know mama can not save me
I’m rolling up da fye and totin fire so yeah I’m hot
Dese bitches act saditty but they fuckin for dese knots
My brother bangin blue steady stackin bitch what’s happening
I’m movin wit da troops, get it crackin ain’t no slackin
Lil bitch from da 6 gimmie sloppy she so ratchet
And shawty was a virgin let me Fuck her just to practice
Pussy niggas slick dissin put em in a hearse
I gotta Haitian shooter slime you voodoo dirty curse
10k grams we got gas grab a relly
Blowin big boof pack hope miss Lesley do not smell me
We gon hot box da van, hot box da van (x4)
Meechie pushin up out da lyft wit a sack
Kam slidin deep he got gang in da back
I’m only blowin dope ain’t no syrup in my Fanta
We livin life hot gettin geeked like lil Anna
Callin up da migos, Castro and Yuli
Dese pussy niggas hatin Neva leave without the toolie
Nappyboy Kev on da aux wit a bleeze
Dre back in da city he gon pull up wit blue cheese
Never catch me sleepin 30 clips make a barrage
Trip in my bookbag keep a stick in da garage
Riq bout moneybags but my nigga stay on guard
Boxin out da bands in da creek wit 10k Mari
Pussyboy be cappin on da gram ain’t pulling up
It’s gon be a 10 on 1 and don’t think it’s 10 of us
We don’t give a fuck we gon make dat bitch erupt
If a nigga front a sack we runnin off bac to da Brooke and we gon
Hot box da van, hot box da van (x8)
2 feet in too deep I know mama can not save me
I’m rolling up da fye and totin fire so yeah I’m hot
Dese bitches act saditty but they fuckin for dese knots
My brother bangin blue steady stackin bitch what’s happening
I’m movin wit da troops, get it crackin ain’t no slackin
Lil bitch from da 6 gimmie sloppy she so ratchet
And shawty was a virgin let me Fuck her just to practice
Pussy niggas slick dissin put em in a hearse
I gotta Haitian shooter slime you voodoo dirty curse
10k grams we got gas grab a relly
Blowin big boof pack hope miss Lesley do not smell me
We gon hot box da van, hot box da van (x4)
Meechie pushin up out da lyft wit a sack
Kam slidin deep he got gang in da back
I’m only blowin dope ain’t no syrup in my Fanta
We livin life hot gettin geeked like lil Anna
Callin up da migos, Castro and Yuli
Dese pussy niggas hatin Neva leave without the toolie
Nappyboy Kev on da aux wit a bleeze
Dre back in da city he gon pull up wit blue cheese
Never catch me sleepin 30 clips make a barrage
Trip in my bookbag keep a stick in da garage
Riq bout moneybags but my nigga stay on guard
Boxin out da bands in da creek wit 10k Mari
Pussyboy be cappin on da gram ain’t pulling up
It’s gon be a 10 on 1 and don’t think it’s 10 of us
We don’t give a fuck we gon make dat bitch erupt
If a nigga front a sack we runnin off bac to da Brooke and we gon
Hot box da van, hot box da van (x8)