Music: Shoebox Baby
创作者：Shoebox Baby
The internet be makin' shit somethin' it ain't, you see what I'm sayin'?
Ayy, this shit all cap, this shit just-This shit fiction, this shit for the fans, this shit entertainment, you hear me?
Slatt, it's 'Box (OT made it rock)
Ain't no cap, I'm in that 'Raq and I ain't talkin' 'bout Chirag
They keep sayin', "Slide for Von," but ain't no timin' on get-back
I keep Switchy with me, the one I call my bro and on my strap
Either one of 'em take too long, I know the other gon' react
I can't lie, I woke up hot, twenty missed calls from the guys
Mama told me buddy died, ain't brush my teeth, I'm right on live
Yeah, it's bustin', let me call my traffic, honk when you outside
Ain't no drivin' on no E-way, told 'em,
"Ride down King Drive"
We on 51st, hold on, take this pic, I'm droppin' Y's
Now, I be trippin', they might take a n**** L's for all this tickin'
I don't stop at red lights, I see tints and get to blickin'
I hate b*****s that act dumb, it be so hard to call them women
Is you gon' slide? Is you gon' ride? Is you gon' drop somethin' for your guys?
Only thing you ever did was make a post, his mama cryin'
Catchin' bodies ain't that easy, I salute the ones that's tryin'
Call my phone talkin' 'bout some street shit, I'ma tell your ass, "You fried"
Thank God I stopped pourin' up the Lean by the liters
Man, the withdrawal from that shit'll make you think you had a fever
I need Muwop back, the only one I know gon' be a leader
I don't text my b***h all day, she swear to God that I'm a cheater lhate opp thots
Call up Hot Wheels, he bringin' hot cars
Only thing he seen was a flash and then fah, fah
Dead man, they left him on the city, they left him red, man
All our switches metal, but we need that one that's built in
Uh, yeah, we need the ones that's built in
Yeah, grr
Haha
Let me talk my shit, b***h, haha (Come on)
Yeah, slatt, it's'Box
Hold on, tag me in, 'Box, you know it's gangster if I'm checkin' in
Nike tracksuit and black Forces when I'm steppin' in
I got the drop that mornin', I'm on his trail soon as he take it in
I really stand on business, I **** your mama just to get the pin
Yeah, Glock 21, I ****ed around and brought the savage in
Right outside his crib, I'm on his ass soon as he bag it in
Talkin' 'bout a bag, now it's a bag that he shittin' in
Got hit up, lost his legs, now when he ridin', they gotta help him in
We spin in SRTs, skrrt, skrrt, I just peeled in
I don't speak on dead, but if I did, that's like countin' wins
When it come to rappers with these bodies, I'm like top ten
'Box, he don't box, he got, grr, that be built in
Uh, yeah, we need the ones that's built in
Frrt, frrt, frrt, come on, frrt
Yeah. we need the ones that's built in
Yeah，slatt，it's 'Box，come on