Boxer Flow
The way I'm kickin' shit, you would think I'm playin' soccer,
Studio in my crib, I made this shit in my boxers
Bought a FN, bought a chopper, even bought a pocket rocket
Hellcat'll probably drop ya
Pull up on a Ducati, we don't do no Kawasaki
Take a bitch out to Hibachi, then she eat dick like hibachi
Then I ride her like a jockey
Goin' to the jeweler, buy enough ice to play hockey
Remember when they used to mock me, and them bitches used to block me
Naw I'm lying was always fine, coulda hit yo baby mama
Probably, if I did then I'm sorry
Pop a pill, get out my body
Tryin' to stop, but none can stop me
A lot of cheese at stake, but this ain't Philly and I ain't Rocky
30 rounds you wanna box me, huh
I told y'all niggas, man
I tried to fuckin' tell y'all niggas
2K23, we goin' to the league
Blok 80, famo gang, let's go
Mary had a lamb, my cousin had a scam
Hit me on Telegram, opp say when he see you, gon' let it blam
When I'm in yo city, we shuttin' it down
They sent a bag, I'm touchin' down
Buy a quarter pound, bust it down
Didn't use to ball, got jumper now
When you fall and reach for help
There's nobody or nothin' round
But when you up, they come around
Ain't that some shit, you hit a lick
He gotta split, get caught, and flip the script
Say he ain't know what you was gone do
He just hopped in the whip,
That's what you get
Cause your gut told you that he won't legit
You had a Glock, it had a switch
You facin' time, now you sick
They tryin' to give you 26, and you only 26
That's life without parole, you'll be home in 26, damn
The way I'm kickin' shit
You would think I'm playin' soccer
Studio in my crib, I made this shit in my boxers
Bought a FN, bought a chopper
Even bought a pocket rocket
Hellcat'll probably drop ya
Pull up on a Ducati, we don't do no Kawasaki
Take a bitch out to Hibachi, then she eat dick like hibachi
Then I ride her like a jockey
Goin' to the jeweler, buy enough ice to play hockey
Remember when they used to mock me
And them bitches used to block me
Naw im lying was always fine couldve hit yo Baby mama probably, if I did then I'm sorry
Pop a pill, get out my body
Tryin' to stop, but none can stop me
A lot of cheese at stake, but this ain't Philly and I ain't Rocky,
30 rounds you wanna box me, huh
Studio in my crib, I made this shit in my boxers
Bought a FN, bought a chopper, even bought a pocket rocket
Hellcat'll probably drop ya
Pull up on a Ducati, we don't do no Kawasaki
Take a bitch out to Hibachi, then she eat dick like hibachi
Then I ride her like a jockey
Goin' to the jeweler, buy enough ice to play hockey
Remember when they used to mock me, and them bitches used to block me
Naw I'm lying was always fine, coulda hit yo baby mama
Probably, if I did then I'm sorry
Pop a pill, get out my body
Tryin' to stop, but none can stop me
A lot of cheese at stake, but this ain't Philly and I ain't Rocky
30 rounds you wanna box me, huh
I told y'all niggas, man
I tried to fuckin' tell y'all niggas
2K23, we goin' to the league
Blok 80, famo gang, let's go
Mary had a lamb, my cousin had a scam
Hit me on Telegram, opp say when he see you, gon' let it blam
When I'm in yo city, we shuttin' it down
They sent a bag, I'm touchin' down
Buy a quarter pound, bust it down
Didn't use to ball, got jumper now
When you fall and reach for help
There's nobody or nothin' round
But when you up, they come around
Ain't that some shit, you hit a lick
He gotta split, get caught, and flip the script
Say he ain't know what you was gone do
He just hopped in the whip,
That's what you get
Cause your gut told you that he won't legit
You had a Glock, it had a switch
You facin' time, now you sick
They tryin' to give you 26, and you only 26
That's life without parole, you'll be home in 26, damn
The way I'm kickin' shit
You would think I'm playin' soccer
Studio in my crib, I made this shit in my boxers
Bought a FN, bought a chopper
Even bought a pocket rocket
Hellcat'll probably drop ya
Pull up on a Ducati, we don't do no Kawasaki
Take a bitch out to Hibachi, then she eat dick like hibachi
Then I ride her like a jockey
Goin' to the jeweler, buy enough ice to play hockey
Remember when they used to mock me
And them bitches used to block me
Naw im lying was always fine couldve hit yo Baby mama probably, if I did then I'm sorry
Pop a pill, get out my body
Tryin' to stop, but none can stop me
A lot of cheese at stake, but this ain't Philly and I ain't Rocky,
30 rounds you wanna box me, huh
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Writer(s): Tosh James
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