Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mibbs] Phone number e-mail all your information Text conversations just to get the confirmation Take her to the crib lay her down like a patient Beat it up and send her back to you Big Mibbs I'm the hot hot fellow Top gun bomber and a five o'clock shadow Baby hop on I'ma be your saddle Car got bumped take a ride on a camel Got sneakerboxes filled up in my closet Never sold dope but I'm real good with this rhyming Got my own label don't asked me who I'm signed with I'm independent nigga Ask me who I'm signing Getting wax out in sunny L.A Flipping raps like my niggas serving yay Put it in a pot stir it up make it shake Bag it up put it on the street Nigga let's get paid [Chorus] Sneakerboxes Filled up to the top When notes being broke Just wasn't an option I get paid Homie I get paid Fuck what y'all talking bout Fuck is y'all talking bout [Verse 2] Nighttime the Beamer feel like a spaceship First thing yo bitch need is a facelift Homie copped him a triple beam watch him weight lift Might have cost him a couple beans but [Verse 3] Hey yo Five in the morning off the yak That's how players move By the time I'm dustin off my drink I can make the news Corny niggas out here in the way Man I ain't enthused Thirsty for the shine got me Trying to be a missing [Verse 4] I told you to the game I'm glued I'm posted with my kinfolk That choke up in yo chest No you ain't smoking on pretendo