Box
Who that
Who that
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Yeah
Who that
I'm in my bag foreal
Chasing the stacks foreal
Niggas be doin that talkin, but I don't think that he actually will
Act like he one of them bosses, I swear to God nigga's cap foreal
That's foreal
Niggas be makin me laugh foreal
Yeah
Push the whip my tank was just on E
Nigga yeah I grinded for this shit yeah that's on me
Still won't walk a mile up in your shoes so cross your feet
And I could bet a thousand hunnid dollars nigga
If you cross me, yous a opp to me
Adobe photoshopped
Up out the picture you get cropped for free
I thought you knew better
You'll do better
Cause it ain't no stoppin' me
My people pay me by supportin, so for you won't drop the fee
And your shorty copped my last collection told her shop wit me
Don't put him in that box wit me
Cause I'm in a different category than these niggas they watching me
Uh
Yeah
I might need an apology
But I might just take your bitch for ransom make it a robbery
Uh
I'm in my bag foreal
Chasin' the stacks foreal
Niggas be doin that talkin, but I don't think that he actually will
Act like he one of them bosses, I swear to God nigga a cap foreal
That's foreal
Niggas be makin me laugh foreal
Okay
I'm in my bag for real
Chasing these racks for real
These niggas be talking bout glocks and shit
Don't think that he actually kill
Lil shorty gone open the box for the kid
She think she a happy meal
Yea
And that's the deal
Niggas be chirpin, but lack the skills
Look
I need the mass appeal
Ballin' like pass the pill
He spying, he trying to ride on the wave
I promise you crash the wheel
The money thing, only thing turning me on
She making me catch the feels
I clap and chill
Shorty a pick me like daffodils
It ain't hard to reach to me
Just don't wait on no response
Know they can't tell me shit, if I get rich off singing songs
Can't cash out on no bitches, still got racks to spend on mom
Been writing rhymes to fix it, all these itches in my palms
Look
Don't let him in that booth with me
Cause I don't be rappin' wit none of these cappers
These niggas is goofs to me
Yea
Look
Bitch we up like a booster seat
So sit Imma just sit back and pull my lil strings
Like we making acoustic beats
Uh
I'm in my bag foreal
Chasin' the stacks foreal
Niggas be doin that talkin, but I don't think that he actually will
Act like he one of them bosses, I swear to God nigga a cap foreal
That's foreal
Niggas be makin me laugh foreal
Who that
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Yeah
Who that
I'm in my bag foreal
Chasing the stacks foreal
Niggas be doin that talkin, but I don't think that he actually will
Act like he one of them bosses, I swear to God nigga's cap foreal
That's foreal
Niggas be makin me laugh foreal
Yeah
Push the whip my tank was just on E
Nigga yeah I grinded for this shit yeah that's on me
Still won't walk a mile up in your shoes so cross your feet
And I could bet a thousand hunnid dollars nigga
If you cross me, yous a opp to me
Adobe photoshopped
Up out the picture you get cropped for free
I thought you knew better
You'll do better
Cause it ain't no stoppin' me
My people pay me by supportin, so for you won't drop the fee
And your shorty copped my last collection told her shop wit me
Don't put him in that box wit me
Cause I'm in a different category than these niggas they watching me
Uh
Yeah
I might need an apology
But I might just take your bitch for ransom make it a robbery
Uh
I'm in my bag foreal
Chasin' the stacks foreal
Niggas be doin that talkin, but I don't think that he actually will
Act like he one of them bosses, I swear to God nigga a cap foreal
That's foreal
Niggas be makin me laugh foreal
Okay
I'm in my bag for real
Chasing these racks for real
These niggas be talking bout glocks and shit
Don't think that he actually kill
Lil shorty gone open the box for the kid
She think she a happy meal
Yea
And that's the deal
Niggas be chirpin, but lack the skills
Look
I need the mass appeal
Ballin' like pass the pill
He spying, he trying to ride on the wave
I promise you crash the wheel
The money thing, only thing turning me on
She making me catch the feels
I clap and chill
Shorty a pick me like daffodils
It ain't hard to reach to me
Just don't wait on no response
Know they can't tell me shit, if I get rich off singing songs
Can't cash out on no bitches, still got racks to spend on mom
Been writing rhymes to fix it, all these itches in my palms
Look
Don't let him in that booth with me
Cause I don't be rappin' wit none of these cappers
These niggas is goofs to me
Yea
Look
Bitch we up like a booster seat
So sit Imma just sit back and pull my lil strings
Like we making acoustic beats
Uh
I'm in my bag foreal
Chasin' the stacks foreal
Niggas be doin that talkin, but I don't think that he actually will
Act like he one of them bosses, I swear to God nigga a cap foreal
That's foreal
Niggas be makin me laugh foreal
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Writer(s): Eric Knott
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