K Enagonio, Iamjustcause and LennyJ. - The Box

Pullin' out the coupe at the lot
Told 'em "Fuck 12, fuck SWAT"
Bustin' all the bales out the box
I just hit a lick with the box
Had to put the stick in a box, mm
Pour up the whole damn seal, I'ma get lazy
I got the mojo-deals, we been trappin' like the '80's
She sucked my fucking soul, got the Cash App
Told 'her wipe my goddamn 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
Gotta move smarter, gotta move harder
Fuckers tryna get me for my water
I lay his ass down on my son or my daughter
I had the Draco with me, Dwayne Carter
'Lotta brothers out here playin', ain't ballin'
I done put my whole arm in the rim, Vince Carter
And I know probably get a key for the quarter
Shawty barely seen in double C's I bought her
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, forget it
Pullin' out the coupe at the lot
Told 'em "Fuck 12, fuck SWAT"
Bustin' all the bales out the box
I just hit a lick with the box
Had to put the stick in a box, mm
Pour up the whole damn seal, I'ma get lazy
I got the mojo-deals, we been trappin' like the '80's
She sucked my fucking soul, got the Cash App
Told 'em wipe my goddamn 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?

Okay okay yo K I got it
They steady talking bout the box but they know I’m up out
I Cause a scene with 16 yeah you know I’m about it
So when you request me guarantee I’ma rock it
Like who else you really know out here that wanna come and get this work
Obscene with the things that I say in my rhymes so my mind seems way too biszerk
No jokes no riddle you know it’s all facts
I’m requested on site aint no call backs
Haters end of Summer tell em fall back
Or ima creep up on their spot wearing all black
All that i really be saying
Is Seriously I Ain’t playing so go head put your toys away
I get it with no delaying with all the heat that I bringing and I will never ever fade away
Okay...

Pullin' out the coupe at the lot
Told 'em "Fuck 12, fuck SWAT"
Bustin' all the bales out the box
I just hit a lick with the box
Had to put the stick in a box, mm
Pour up the whole damn seal, I'ma get lazy
I got the mojo-deals, we been trappin' like the '80's
She sucked my fucking soul, got the Cash App
Told 'em wipe my fucking 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?

Written by:
Rodrick Moore, Samuel Gloade, Adarius Moragne, Aqeel Tate, Larrance Dopson

Publisher:
Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc., EMPIRE PUBLISHING

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