Box

Lyrics

[Intro: babyxsosa] (She wanna chill with the gang, she wanna chill with me) (man what the fuck goin on, maajins) [verse: Maajins] I had to open the box I hit his bitch on the camera, im pulling her locs She tryna serve with the twin nem, yeah Im fucking her no we can't lock Fly young nigga , i been that no we can't link, lil bitch, you a bop Bad lil hoe let me hit that, she on the phone, she showing me crotch I eat with the bros imma split that he try to run down feed him a dot (a dot) And you smoking that shit pack you nasty No I don't want him, this lil nigga popped Brand new Rick tank What i spent, you won't believe Niggas talking on my name So i gotta get on beats Told that bitch, "watch my dank" And 500, that's a feat I gotta run in bank New check, hit on me, ah These niggas too lame Too lame for me Do this shit up on my own Bitch I don't play for keeps Tell that nigga go home Shoot a block, nigga no three That bitch she rocking Ramones No you can't fool me [Verse 2: Luisss] I had to open her box How her ex nigga don't got motion, i swear to god that you popped She was dancing on me at the function, but, it was really my Glock I feel like maaj, if they try to play with me, they out they top Im in the back, she was giving bop Could tell she a bop, she was giving thot If i catch a opp hit em up like pac Givenchy my wrist, yeah, look at the rocks This nigga, think he my twin I swear to god we not locked He posted up with a cup I swear to god that's not wock My bitch think her gun pink But my gun black like ops I don't care what time they close I can walk in and buy the whole shop I don't even like the coke But like big meech i like the green I don't even like gumbo My ex blockwork from the p's My bitch a barb' like Onika She cute and petite but she on fleek My old bitch blockwork New bitch not from Danny