Box 'Em In

(Okay, Daniel)
Uh, uh
He play our cards, on bro, we gon' box 'em in
Ayy, I got 10k on me like I'm-
Yeah, yeah (D-Double R Beatz)

He play our cards, on bro, we gon' box 'em in (Box 'em in)
And we sellin' these bricks like a monument (Monument)
We steady makin' the rules like a congressman (Yeah)
In the air like a bnb apartment (On God)
That nigga lazy, he stay on the ottoman
Hit 'em up and we takin' his oxygen (Uh-huh)
Knock him out of the park like I'm Robinson (Knock him out)
I got 10k on me, like I'm Donavon (Goddamn)
Making the calls they callin' me "Washington"
Treat it like Fortnite, we finna box him in (We finna box him in)
I know he salty, he act like a condiment
Travel the world, it don't matter the continent (It don't matter the continent)
He talkin' crazy, I know that he confident
Writin' 'em statements just like a novelist (That boy a rat)
She giving me brain like a psychologist
I don't even want her, she gotta be confident (She gotta be confident)
Team full of shooters just like Call of Duty
Totin' the Glocks, the MACs and the Uzis (Grrah)
Empty the clip like we makin' a movie (On God, on God)
Me and Zar on the track, niggas know we get groovy (Goddamn)
I'm finna put my eggplant inside of her peach and no I ain't talkin' Young Nudy (Uh-huh)
They think shit is a game 'til I pop out in dark, all the opps gon' say I be spooky

S-S-Strikin' my hammer, I feel like I'm Judy (Feel like I'm Judy)
Pulled out her tracks, she actin' real moody (Uh-huh)
You cannot cross me, I am not Lil Uzi
I keep me a blade, you get chopped like sushi
Choppa gon' sing just like it's Toosii
Aim at his feet, I make 'em get groovy (Make 'em get groovy)
Slidin' on me, you gotta be goofy
I'm makin' a scene, I ain't talkin' a movie
Go tell that bitch, "I do as I please, I do what I want" (I do what I want)
I don't give a fuck, I roll me a blunt (I roll me a blunt)
I get to the money, this shit not a stunt (Shit not a stunt)
I run me some dollars, I ran me some bands
I slide on my opps in a mini white van
I'll kidnap my opps if I have a chance (If have I chance)
I don't give a fuck, I'm takin' a stand

You can never go beat me (No)
Want all the money, get green like a kiwi (Huh)
Don't give a fuck 'bout a truce or a treaty (Truce)
Locate the opps in a rush like I'm Speedy (Yeah)
Run up the blues in the check, it's too easy
Blacked-out Suburbans drive by, he get queazy (Suburban)
Put up the deuce, nigga won't even see me (Uh)
Stay goin' up, puttin' on for my city (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I got the styrofoam cup with the Wockhardt
Me and Zar goin' up, we the popstars
They treat us like we be the rockstars
These niggas sweet like a motherfuckin' Pop-Tart
Everything hits, aimin' up for the top charts
Uncle be beggin' for crack like 80s (Woah)
Here for the night, I ain't havin' no babies
These niggas say we ain't hard, they be crazy (Uh)

Niggas gon' hate while I'm lovin' they lady (While I'm lovin' they lady)
Niggas be judas, niggas be shady (I swear they shady)
Me and Daniel gon' ride in a Mercedes (Uh-huh)
Chat as you please, I ain't lettin' it phase me (Lettin' it phase me)
Even so, they gon' be callin' me crazy
Stashin' the body, I know that they hate me (Yeah, I know that they hate me)
Be on the look, I never get lazy (Yeah)
I'm boxin' 'em in, I feel like I'm Hades, nigga (I feel like I'm Hades)

He play our cards, on bro, we gon' box 'em in (Box 'em in)
And we sellin' these bricks like a monument (Monument)
We steady makin' the rules like a congressman (Yeah)
In the air like a bnb apartment (On God)
That nigga lazy, he stay on the ottoman
Hit 'em up and we takin' his oxygen (Uh-huh)
Knock him out of the park like I'm Robinson (Knock him out)
I got 10k on me, like I'm Donavon (Goddamn)
Making the calls they callin' me "Washington"
Treat it like Fortnite, we finna box him in (We finna box him in)
I know he salty, he act like a condiment
Travel the world, it don't matter the continent (It don't matter the continent)
He talkin' crazy, I know that he confident
Writin' 'em statements just like a novelist (That boy a rat)
She giving me brain like a psychologist
I don't even want her, she gotta be confident (She gotta be confident)
Team full of shooters just like Call of Duty
Totin' the Glocks, the MACs and the Uzis (Grrah)
Empty the clip like we makin' a movie (On God, on God)
Me and Zar on the track, niggas know we get groovy (Goddamn)
I'm finna put my eggplant inside of her peach and no I ain't talkin' Young Nudy (Uh-huh)
They think shit is a game 'til I pop out in dark, all the opps gon' say I be spook- (D-Double R Beatz)



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Clarke, Sazar Ramos
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