J.I.D Feat. Method Man & Joey Bada$$ - Hot Box

J.I.D Feat. Method Man & Joey Bada$$ - Hot Box
November 26th, 2018
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“Hot Box” is a slang term that generally means to fill a small area, such as a car or bathroom, with marijuana smoke. J.I.D calls on Joey Bada$$ and Wu-Tang Clan’s Method Man to assist him on this track.

Song Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama]
Oh yeah
DJ Drama

[Chorus: Joey Bada$$ & 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

[Verse 1: J.I.D]
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 bu-
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 [?]

[Verse 2: Method Man]
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

[Chorus: Joey Bada$$]
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)

[Verse 3: Joey Bada$$]
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"

[Chorus: Joey Bada$$]
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

[Outro: DJ Drama]
Right up
That's what you call generations, and generation now
Know that, J.I.D