boxhed

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[Intro] Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck I'm high as fuck right now Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck [Chorus] Nigga pull a whole lot of racks out right now Three chains on, my neck a lil' iced out Turn this shit up, finna burn down the fuckin' house Bitch keep callin' my phone Had to tell that ho I ain't doin' no cakin' Walkin' down the road, under my arm, I got the Glock, though Jumpin' in the crowd, if I see smoke, act slow [Verse 1] I'm a problem child, somehow I can rock those Sit the fuck down, you makin' that cap shit Fucked up when they been screeching around shit Get behind the wheel, I might geek up this V6 I don't fuck with grammar, ain't need it, I'm true with it You gon' get spinned, you talk with these niggas Ooh, just drop me off half double soon Bitch gon' top me off after I don't do one Spin the bitch every day, buy a umbrella I want to break the bitch, I'll have my fun with her Anywhere wе go, push, know we got a gun with us Turnin' shit only at the fuckin' function Smokin' all this fuckin' dope, got thе munchies All these bitches wanna lean Whole lot of racks, whole lot of money Box a nigga in, why you runnin' from me? (Fuck, fuck) [Chorus] Nigga pull a whole lot of racks out right now Three chains on, my neck a lil' iced out Turn this shit up, finna burn down the fuckin' house Bitch keep callin' my phone Had to tell that ho I ain't doin' no cakin' Walkin' down the road, under my arm, I got the Glock, though Jumpin' in the crowd, if I see smoke, act slow [Verse 2] I ain't gotta tell lil' twin to blow 'cause he on go Same pussy hatin' in my comments be front row Why the fuck a nigga askin' me? Nigga, I don't know I ain't need too much, we ain't puttin' drip on it Every time I rap, it be weed and my earphones Everybody in my hood, I run out of flip-dots Champagne's on the line, nigga, but I'm nobody Dirty Glock in my pants, probably got four bodies Seven grams goin' for a dollar, you get most of it Bump down to my hood, got your ho in my hood I love all my family, 12 know what's up Up it out my pants, send this fuck boy Pussy nigga hit, he wanna fire me up Click the Five-seveN once just to test my luck Escaped it so I call the black truck [Chorus] Nigga pull a whole lot of racks out right now Three chains on, my neck a lil' iced out Turn this shit up, finna burn down the fuckin' house (Burn down the fuckin' house) Bitch keep callin' my phone Had to tell that ho I ain't doin' no cakin' Walkin' down the road, under my arm, I got the Glock, though Jumpin' in the crowd, if I see smoke, act slow [Outro] Fuck fuck Fuck, fuck Ayy, ayy, fire that shit up