In The Box
Don't want affection
Yeah
I don't want affection
Yeah
She said she love me
Uh
I think she lying
Uh
Yeah
Swank
I think they lying
She said she love me
I think she lying
When I go out
I carry irons
I say a prayer for me and my niggas
Can't read up on news of none of us dying
I come from Gotham
We movin militant
Bending them blocks
Niggas a drill ya shit
They be tripping
They off the pills and shit
Selling the tags
Like I work at the dealership
She wanna hang with the dealers
I show her my life could get realer
I just be pitching the death
Baby you ever hang with a killer
Fastlane I just be porsching
If he know info
We gonna extort him
AOP baby
I
Just
Came up
From all of the lawless
Run down
Imma go blow it
40 in whips I just be toting
Bust one in the air ask them niggas what's all the commotion
We
Lighting the gas watch me go smoke him
Put you on packs and your family choking
Make you a pack and my niggas gon ghost him
In the field never be good to be open
I got designer on pants
My money rolled up in a box
Lil nigga don't up and get shot
I been running
My foot on the gas
You could get put in a box
A code of silence when we move
I Won't hear shit when you drop
I got designer on pants
My money rolled up in a box
Lil nigga don't up and get shot
I been running
My foot on the gas
You could get put in a box
A code of silence when we move
I Won't hear shit when you drop
Yeah
I don't want affection
Yeah
She said she love me
Uh
I think she lying
Uh
Yeah
Swank
I think they lying
She said she love me
I think she lying
When I go out
I carry irons
I say a prayer for me and my niggas
Can't read up on news of none of us dying
I come from Gotham
We movin militant
Bending them blocks
Niggas a drill ya shit
They be tripping
They off the pills and shit
Selling the tags
Like I work at the dealership
She wanna hang with the dealers
I show her my life could get realer
I just be pitching the death
Baby you ever hang with a killer
Fastlane I just be porsching
If he know info
We gonna extort him
AOP baby
I
Just
Came up
From all of the lawless
Run down
Imma go blow it
40 in whips I just be toting
Bust one in the air ask them niggas what's all the commotion
We
Lighting the gas watch me go smoke him
Put you on packs and your family choking
Make you a pack and my niggas gon ghost him
In the field never be good to be open
I got designer on pants
My money rolled up in a box
Lil nigga don't up and get shot
I been running
My foot on the gas
You could get put in a box
A code of silence when we move
I Won't hear shit when you drop
I got designer on pants
My money rolled up in a box
Lil nigga don't up and get shot
I been running
My foot on the gas
You could get put in a box
A code of silence when we move
I Won't hear shit when you drop
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Writer(s): Eric Samuel
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