Box

I'ma make her grin, and she gon' go catch a box

I'm sippin' codeine in a restaurant

Fans like dope fiends, 'cause I never drop

Add a lil' water and watch a lot

I pop a Percocet, then I hit the block

I pop a Percocet, then I hit a thot

Diamonds, water, that shit look like a peacock

Got a .40 SIG, gon' be a d-cock

I got a Glock 27, it bebops

That's a fake Perc you poppin', that shit re-rocked

I hit that bitch, I returned to the b-knock

She want me go deeper when the beat drop

I used to rock with no mess for no sneakers

Now I get paid when I play through your speakers

I got a old bitch, 'cause my young bitch keep callin' me, she a geeker

I been servin' that, 'cause I got it for cheaper

**** play with me, I feel like the reaper

I fucked Jenny, but I didn't fuck Eisha

I fought with a plug, so I got it for cheaper

Hop out the Charger, and hop in the Jeep

Hunnid, Xannies, got that shit for the three

Send 'em, savage, sounds like he was KD

Boy, you can never be me

I'ma make her grunt, and she gon' go catch a box

I'm sippin' codeine in a restaurant

Fans like dope fiends, 'cause I never drop

Add a lil' water and watch a lot

I pop a Percocet, then I hit the block

I pop a Percocet, then I hit a thot

Diamonds, water, that shit look like a peacock

Got a .40 SIG, gon' be a d-cock

I got a bad bitch, she from New York

She gon' pull up at Millie Rock

That's my new Glock, her name Nina

Shootin' shit, like I'm trapper of reason

I get my pints and my ice from the freezer

I love my bitches, they know I don't need her

I'm sippin' pink early like it's Easter

Bro just hit the back door for new Yeezy

I got bitches on my dick like I'm Jeezy

I got bitches on my dick like I'm Weezy

They like, "How you do that shit?" It was easy

Different color Italian ice, no grevous

'Met a bitch from here to Ibiza

I got that trap jumpin' like a Waffle House

No eggs, we got bags runnin' in and out

You a hater, but my dick in your bitch mouth

Dishin' bitches out

They do anything for the clout

Don't give a fuck what these **** 'bout

I might just live in your house

Put the FN in the couch

Silence, or only put it in your mouth

Like a bird, bitch, I'm flyin' south

My young **** whippin' eyes out

Shut up, bitch, what you lyin' 'bout?

Drive the block and got a new route

Buyin' booze, no dark stout

Keesha got me knocked out

Little ooze, this shit ain't out

New coupe, that shit ain't either

Got a bad bitch, call her mamacita

Told her, stack the hundreds, keep the rest

Love Yakima, my OG the best

Aim at his neck if he wearin' a vest

I used to cheat on my bitch like a test

Now she spoil you like a muhfuckin' brat

I'ma make her grunt, and she gon' go catch a box

I'm sippin' codeine in a restaurant

Fans like dope fiends, 'cause I never drop

Add a lil' water and watch a lot

I pop a Percocet, then I hit the block

I pop a Percocet, then I hit a thot

Diamonds, water, that shit look like a peacock

Got a .40 SIG, gon' be a d-cock