Pizza Box

Lyrics

[Intro] Shout out to that boy Ceg, he prod this track [Chorus: RRoxket] Percocet, knowin' what I'm on Shit, opp hood, see her where I'm goin' Gettin' money, fuck 'bout whatcha doin' Bitch, fuck my teacher 'cause she know I'm truant Bitch, send my uncle [?] 'cause his life inside the pen You can smell the trap, walk right past the crack den [Verse 1: RRoxket] Nigga know I'm grimey, slime as hell Slime my can And my shooter black and he wearin' black [?] Pull up to they hood, they tap dance Nigga know I rob soon as I get a crap hand Bangin' B, but he still on slime shit We finna spin again Nigga on rewind shit Main hoe mad, fucked another finе bitch Lil' bro evil as hell but usually on his kind shit This paraphernalia insidе this whip, but they ain't find shit Junkie outside of the trap, I check the blinds quick Percocet 10, high risk climate Nigga snitched wit' a statement, niggas signing Opp V, hurry up, get behind it Fuck geeked up, roll up 3.5 chronic Made her take a knee, li RRoxket, your highness [Verse 2: 2sdxrt3all] He don't know how to spill, but he know how to spill spend Right now, I'm wit' RRoxket, and we got every [?] Bro brought [?] in that pen, I bet he run it up Glokk talk to my other glokk, they like double up Who you motherfuckers are, slang 'em like nunchucks Who hot? Me These motherfuckers talkin' Niggas said they in traffic, but they really walkin' Just roll the window down Fuck that Leave the words out of bound I just bought some pizza zot, put out the pizza box Lil' bro went off point, and I knew something was off Another one Tell big boy stop eatin', he got caught in his stomach Whatchu sayin' I vomit He spinnin' while he shot, the pain, he numbed it I don't like Black people, I Donald Trump it Young nigga comin' up, like what's on ya? Stephen Harden [Chorus: RRoxket] Percocet, knowin' what I'm on Shit, opp hood, see her where I'm goin' Gettin' money, fuck 'bout whatcha doin' Bitch, fuck my teacher 'cause she know I'm truant Bitch, send my uncle [?] 'cause his life inside the pen You can smell the trap, walk right past the crack den