Songs Lyrics 6

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 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?