Rick Boxes

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Yeah, look Forty tucked in the Goyard belt I dominated the game I wrote pain that I know y'all felt They say my verse on "The Cow" was just so heartfelt I ain't complaining I'm explaining That's how those cards dealt Niggas never did shit for me So I don't owe y'all help Why you need a verse from me? Why y'all can't blow y'all self? Look, I go hard nigga don't make me go off Shotty in the trench coat now I know how Omar felt Niggas scurry when they see me You fuck niggas way over thirty and you needy My young boy said give me the thirty bruh I need it If thirty niggas outside then thirty niggas bleeding And certainly he mean it I was late night All black lurking with them heathens In my city niggas rarely get murdered for a reason When I'm done with this razor boy surgery is needed Like Birdie in the scene when he was cutting Flip Who fucking with Machine nigga? [Chorus] Forty thousand dollar wristwatches Dope money in them Rick Boxes Play the stove get a brick popping Break it all down and then zip-lock it Cross the mobb then we stick papi Homemade ski mask from a ripped stocking Yea homemade ski mask from a ripped stocking [Verse 2] You know my story nigga Wig shot, jaw's twisted, bars been the sickest But now I spit it more terrific Listen I'm just doing the Lord's wishes Told you the boy was gifted Spit it so raw you can water whip it I know them niggas that imported fishes Sniffed it you still live with your momma Pussy go wash the dishes I buck fifty niggas faces they wore the stitches Niggas get Staples on they stomachs And it cost them zippers Catch me on a resort with gorgeous bitches I made a fortune built a fortress for my foreign empress Hit your forehead with this four-four and lift it Knock your head off your shoulders Just for talking some slick shit If it's drama I send them goons to your house Leave your nigga smoked in the living room on the couch I turned one to two and I ain't losing an ounce I'm Jordan in the Finals I never lose when it counts Swisher full of jet fuel in my mouth Thinking bout them hundred bags of sour That I just moved in a drought whoa My youngin dumped his tool then be out Watched the news later see he X'd two niggas out You sneak dissing I can't believe you choosing that route Boy that's that same shit we usually shoot niggas bout Check my resume my nigga I just had a year That your favorite rapper hadn't had in years That's why they mad I'm here Machine [Chorus] Forty thousand dollar wristwatches Dope money in them Rick Boxes Play the stove get a brick popping Break it all down and then zip-lock it Cross the mobb then we stick papi Homemade ski mask from a ripped stocking Yea homemade ski mask from a ripped stocking [Outro] Yeah Ago you know what's funny I've been telling niggas for a minute now That shit was getting spooky for you niggas Niggas thought I was playing though Know what I mean Told y'all niggas shit about to get real nigga Shit done already got real nigga I'm that nigga nigga Y'all niggas know y'all can't fuck with me nigga I ain't from no project no borough nigga I'm straight from the east side nigga Buffalo nigga I bet niggas won't come through here Talking crazy nigga I got whatever on it aha You niggas pussy nigga Straight up Machine