Box the Box (feat. Sauve)

Hello I'm the new kid Listen how I spit a few
Got the chump change Now I'm moving on to bigger loot
Peter piping propane Peaker pussy peek a boo
Remember all the broke days had to ask to sip the juice
Remember all the broke days A nigga had to skip a few
How u stay in both lanes grabing gripping ripping tools
Lesson learning burning Bigger earnings when the tables turning
Turn the fuckin furnace To a serpent when they get to lurking
Sinner Winner Grinner Captain figure When I paint the picture
Imma put my finger N her kisser She become a spritzer
Imma put my clipper N my gripper He become a dipper
Hoes don't want a Mr.
They a stripper How u beg to differ
Cold to hot I turned the notch
Holes or knots box the box
Park the whip The block is hot
Eye for eye Top for top
Want my life Well walk the walk
Smiled n grinned Then knocked em off
Shooting for the win I Never take a loss
Beating her back in I never take a pause
Filling her gaps in I gotta make her floss
U ain't that good But I never even lost
Smoking backwoods It gotta make me cough
T'd like west wood we goin hours long
Nigga you didn't get that
Play w me bitch get back
Beretta got the jet pack
Bigger city rep that
Talk the truth then step that
Speaking where yo chest at
Hiding where da feds at
Biking where yo pegs at
Ride

Listen how I spit a few
Got the chump change Now I'm moving on to bigger loot
Peter piping propane Peaker pussy peek a boo
Remember all the broke days had to ask to sip the juice
Remember all the broke days A nigga had to skip a few
How u stay in both lanes grabing gripping ripping tools
Lesson learning burning Bigger earnings when the tables turning
Turn the fuckin furnace To a serpent when they get to lurking
When they get to lurking

Work for the Burk
Work full of hurt
Niggas get to seeking
Niggas get to peaking
Crazy when it's gone had to get some chrome
Wheels spinning low on that 4.4
Moving through race and I'm moving real slow
Nigga ima turtle and yall some muthafucking toads
Preaching to the decan
Throw em in the deep end
Bap the ties on the weekend
And I'm wild and I'm freaky
Hit the bitch one time now she fucking leaching
Bitches doing hurdles and I'm letting off the load
Jumpin through the city and I'm getting real cold
Pussy popping pippy stockings Pimpin' in my Loui Clothes
Red bottoms on looking like I stole

Box the box or stop the talk
Walk the walk or stop the chalk
Cook the rock or play the ball
Kick the rocks or take the fall
Box the box no flame involved
Glocks with locks no chains involved
Clots and knots no pain involved
I'm just trynna get these bitches off my balls



Credits
Writer(s): Camerion Murray
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