"The Box" Lyrics

Roddy Ricch

Pullin' out the coupe out the 'lot

Told 'em "Fuck 12, fuck SWAT"

I just hit a lick with the box

Bustin' out the bells out the box

Pour up the whole damn seal, I'ma get lazy

Had to put the stick in a box, mm

She sell that nigga soul, gotta cashout

I got the mojo-deals, we been trappin' like the '80's

I won't never sell my soul, and I can back that

Told 'em wipe a nigga nose, say slatt, slatt

And I really wanna know, where you at, at?

I was setback, where the stash at?

Cruise the city in a bulletproof Cadillac (Skrrt)

'Cause I know these niggas after where the bag at

Niggas tryna get me for my water

Gotta move smarter, gotta move harder

I live lay his ass down on my son or my daughter

Niggas tryna get me for my water

I had the Draco with me, Dwayne Carter

'Lotta niggas out here playin', I,

I live lay his ass down on my son or my daughter

I done out my whole arm in the rim, Vince Carter

I had the Draco with me, Dwayne Carter

'Lotta niggas out here playin', I ball 'em

And know I probably get a key for the quarter

Call them I'm 'bout to get the key to the city

Shawty been in the scene, 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

Pour up the whole damn seal, I'ma get lazy

Patek like the sea

Pullin' out the coupe out the 'lot

Told 'em "Fuck 12, fuck SWAT"

I just hit a lick with the box

Bustin' out the bells out the box

And I really wanna know, where you at, at?

Had to put the stick in a box, mm

I got the mojo-deals, we been trappin' like the '80's

Told 'em wipe a nigga nose, say slatt, slatt

She sell that nigga soul, gotta cashout

I won't never sell my soul, and I can back that

The private, I'm flyin' in, I never wanna fly again

Ha-ha-ha, I been movin' them out'

It's dealin' with me, then he got the blues in the pouch

Took her to the forrest, put wood in her mouth

I take my chances in traffic

Bitch don't wear no shoes in my house

Shawty call me Crisco, 'cause I pop my shit

She suckin' on dick no hands with it

I just made the Rollie plane like a landing-strip

I'm a 2020 president candidate

I been movin' real gangsta', so that's why she pick a cryp

I done put a hunnid bands on Zimmerman shit

Had to put the stick in a box, mm

Got it out the mud, there's nothin' you can tell me, yeah

When I had the drugs, I was street-wealthy

Told 'em "Fuck 12, fuck SWAT"

Pullin' out the coupe out the 'lot

Bustin' out the bells out the box

And I really wanna know, where you at, at?

I just hit a lick with the box

Pour up the whole damn seal, I'ma get lazy

I got the mojo-deals, we been trappin' like the '80's

She sell that nigga soul, gotta cashout

I won't never sell my soul, and I can back that

Told 'em wipe a nigga nose, say slatt, slatt