The Box Lyrics Roddy Ricch ( Trending ) Song

Pulling out the coupe
At the lot
Told ’em fuck 12
Fu*k 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 trapping
Like the 80s
She sucked a ni*ga soul
G*tta Cash App

Told ’em wipe a
N*gga 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)
Because I know these nig*as
After where the bag at (yeah)

Gotta move smarter,
Gotta move harder
Ni*gas try to get me
For my water
I’ll lay his a*s down
On my son, or my daughter

I had the Draco with me
Dwayne Carter
Lotta nig*as out here
Playing 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
Go*ta b*tch 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 f*ck 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 ni*ga 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?

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

Bi*ch 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 d*ck
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
Sh*t

I been moving
Real gangsta’,
So that’s why she
Pick a Crip
Shawty call me Crisco,
Because I pop my s*it

Got it out the mud
There’s nothin’ you can
Tell me, yeah
When I had the drugs
I was street-wealthy, yeah

Pulling out the coupe
At the lot
Told ’em f*“`ck 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 trapping
Like the ’80s
She sucked a ni*ga soul
G*tta Cash App

Told ’em wipe a
Ni*ga 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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