The Box (Freestyle)

B. Simone with the tone

I heat it like a stove when it’s on

Then I play him like a song then I’m gone

Catch up with the flow that I’m on

In a whole nother zone

More further then ya drove or ya flown

Killin’ every show that I’m on

Double txt if I’m gone off patron

He call I don’t answer my phone

You know that this shit is so good so these n***as can’t leave me alone hoe ooh

Pack in the mail it’s here

I made a mill this year

And it’s only the 3rd of the year

My wrist like a chandelier

Diamonds so wet like tears

Ferrari I switch the gears

I walk in the club they cheer

Aye Mr. Kirk lay ya head right here

Double R

Double date

Ya n***a see me then he double take

You bitches double fake

Im make eat it then I fade away

My bitches motivate

And all you lame bitches do is hate

Still grinding everyday like I ain’t got shit but I got a full meal on my plate

Just got 10 bands to post on Instagram

Hurry up I gotta post by 8

Not a single rap bitch is a threat

Look at my wrist a patek

Shine on my neck and my chest

Ya broke ass baby momma is such a mess

I know u mad n***a What a regret

I do not flex ohh

Choppa right under the desk

He said he hit it but we never met

Thought you was playa but I’m Belichick

Rap bitches is lucky that I am not seriously rapping

Pull up in all white like a napkin

I do not like internet cappin

You used to be popping what happened

I just showed up for the back end

My lyrics so raw that shit slapping

Use it for Instagram captions

N***a down there you are lacking

But my new n***a he packing

Trappin’ got bands out tha mattress

No , if you playing me keep it on the low

Cause my heart can’t take it anymore

And if you creepin’ please don’t let it show

In 2020 I ain’t fucking with you hoes

If you playing me keep it on the low

Cause my heart can’t take it anymore

And if you creepin’ please don’t let it show

In 2020 I ain’t fucking with you hoes