The Box

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The Box — Roddy Ricch

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 the box, mm 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 Nigga try to get me for my water I'll lay his ass down, on my son, on my daughter I had the Draco with me, Dwayne Carter Lotta niggas out here playin', ain't ballin' I done put 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 lookin' like Aaliyah, she a model I got the pink slip, all my whips is keyless 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 the box, mm 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, huh Hahaha, I been movin' 'em out If Steelo with me, then he got the blues in the pouch (yeah) Took her to the forest, put the wood in her mouth Bitch, don't wear no shoes in my house The private I'm flyin' in, I never wan' fly again I'll take my chances in traffic (yeah) She suckin' on dick, no hands wit' it I just made the Rollie plain like a landin' strip I'm a 2020 president candidate I done put a hunnid bands on Zimmerman shit I been movin' real gangsta, so that's why she picked 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 the box, mm 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