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Box Out
Hip-Hop/Rap
Box Out was released on December 20, 2024 by TB as a part of the album Pop Off
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AlbumPop Off
Release DateDecember 20, 2024
LabelTB
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
TB
TB
Performer
James Robinson
James Robinson
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Robinson
James Robinson
Songwriter
Tyshawn Baker
Tyshawn Baker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
James Robinson
James Robinson
Producer
Tyshawn Baker
Tyshawn Baker
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, wicked as ever, I turn up with demons and tell em you tweakin' let's chill out
Like bruh
Ain't need me, they got **** still tweetin' and postin' up, runnin' up numbers and stuff
Livin' like GZ, it's standin' ovation
No cases, just fakin, I'm callin' this bluff
I been in shit, I done seen it up close
Hit his mouth and his belly before dropped the jug
Went home to a monster, I ain't even touch him
Just let him take over my blood
I'm tired of the sufferin, wearin' the coverin, just to be coverin' up all the love
Fell in love with a bitch, it was foolish, I'm done
In love with the money, can't get off my mind
I be shinin' like Shinas, go blind when it's time to see
I'm up on the map, ain't no turnin' back now
Give a fuck how you feelin, don't hold my mind
Tellin' my ma, I'm a G, I ain't lyin
Lovin' the bitches, that's lovin' the money
Cause they playin' games, I'ma skip all the tryin
Pay for this shit, tell her drop the facade
Drop from the pennies, I'll drop a few dimes
Tell her lil' baby don't trip, cause it's fine
Say that I'm not, bitch, I know that you lyin
I really be in the bitch suit, trick and pimpin' and settin' em up to get lined
Uh, uh
See, I know you hearin' it go
Every time I put a sign when it's up in the back and you act ho, you know when it's rose
Like I was Tyreek Hill
Pull up, drop the top, we spot a hop
I'm tryna catch a kill
They put in the house, they not outside
Boy, they on slide for real
I been goin' hard for real
They think I signed a deal
I got lil' 20,000, keep your shit lil' bro, I want a meal
For real, nah, for real
For real, nah, for real
For real, nah, for real
Uh, uh
Alright, I'm not tryna talk
Play the beat and press record
Me and TB, we finna walk
Late night creepin' on they block
Just me, K3, we finna walk
I'ma be in the bitch suit, trick and pimpin' and settin' em up to get lined
Uh, uh
For real, nah, for real
For real, nah, for real
For real, nah, for real
For real, nah, for real
For real, nah, for real
For real, nah, for real
For real, nah, for real
Uh, uh
Alright, I'm not tryna talk
Play the beat and press record
Me and TB, we finna walk
Late night creepin' on they block
Just me, K3, we finna stalk
Better stay up in the house
No, it ain't safe out after dawn
Uh
Like, nah, for real, come on
Bonsai don't even traffic
Pussy **** know he ain't havin
She gon' fuck with me, I keep it P
No J Rose, he ain't average
Turned it up, I'm livin' lavish
Makin' artwork through the madness
Yeah, I'm a fuckin' bad bitch
Nah, nah, nah, I'm a fuckin' bad bitch
Uh, uh
Come on
Uh, uh
Come on
Yeah
Come on
Yeah, yeah
Come on
Bonsai don't even traffic
Alright
Bonsai don't even traffic
Uh, come on
Written by: James Robinson, Tyshawn Baker
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