The Box

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Pullin' out the coupe at the lot
 Told 'em fuck 12, fuck SWAT
 Bustin' all the bells out the box
 I just hit a lick with the box
 Had to put the stick in a box, mmh
 Pour up the whole damn seal, I'ma get lazy
 I got the mojo deals, we been trappin' like the '80s
 She sucked a nigga soul, gotta Cash App
 Told 'em wipe a nigga nose, say slatt, slatt
 I won't never sell my soul, and I can back that
 And I really wanna know, where you at, at?
 I was out back, where the stash at?
 Cruise the city in a bulletproof Cadillac (skrrt)
 'Cause I know these niggas after where the bag at (yeah)
 Gotta move smarter, gotta move harder
 Niggas try to get me for my water
 I'll lay his ass down on my son, or my daughter
 I had the Draco with me, Dwayne Carter
 Lotta niggas out here playin', ain't ballin'
 I done out my whole arm in the rim, Vince Carter (yeah)
 And I know probably get a key for the quarter
 Shawty barely seen in double C's, I bought 'em
 Got a bitch that's looking like Aaliyah, she a model
 I got the pink slip, all my whips is key-less
 Compton, I'm about to get the key to the city
 Patek like the sea, forgive me
 Pullin' out the coupe at the lot
 Told 'em fuck 12, fuck SWAT
 Bustin' all the bells out the box
 I just hit a lick with the box
 Had to put the stick in a box, mmh
 Pour up the whole damn seal, I'ma get lazy
 I got the mojo deals, we been trappin' like the '80s
 She sucked that nigga soul, gotta Cash App
 Told 'em wipe a nigga nose, say slatt, slatt
 I won't never sell my soul, and I can back that
 And I really wanna know, where you at, at? Huh
 Ha-ha-ha, I been movin' 'em out
 If Steelo with me, then he got the blues in the pouch (yeah)
 Took her to the forrest, put wood in her mouth
 Bitch don't wear no shoes in my house
 The private I'm flyin' in, I never wanna fly again
 I'll take my chances in traffic (yeah)
 She suckin' on dick, no hands with it
 I just made the Rollie plain like a landing-strip
 I'm a 2020 president candidate
 I done put a hundred bands on Zimmerman, shit
 I been movin' real gangsta', so that's why she pick a Crip
 Shawty call me Crisco, 'cause I pop my shit
 Got it out the mud, there's nothin' you can tell me, yeah
 When I had the drugs, I was street-wealthy, yeah
 Pullin' out the coupe at the lot
 Told 'em fuck 12, fuck SWAT
 Bustin' all the bells out the box
 I just hit a lick with the box
 Had to put the stick in a box, mmh
 Pour up the whole damn seal, I'ma get lazy
 I got the mojo deals, we been trappin' like the '80s
 She sucked a nigga soul, gotta Cash App
 Told 'em wipe a nigga nose, say slatt, slatt
 I won't never sell my soul, and I can back that
 And I really wanna know, where you at, at?
 

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Duration
03:16
Key
10
Tempo
117 BPM

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