Lyrics:
a nigga would
Like Trippie Redd I'll smoke him in the woods
Then lay that boy in the woods on some wood- in a wood box
Put him on that wood pyre now he
the ground
Need two dads to umpire, scorers to be found.
Park the car in acacia drive, I just sit there yawning,
Boys run straight to number 5, it’s still
the fuck you spill lean on a BB Simon?
A real dope boy don't do consignments
Ten times out of ten, I'm bound to rob 'em
They say "Pap act like he
Got
Omarion's box
I grab her by the hair and call her Goldilocks
My feet's gettin' hot, so she blow my socks
Everybody know a nigga from the Ox (Nard)
I'm a rap
your boy for a second let's get our cash on
Kenny be chilling pouring up getting my splash on
Scrolling through numbers, making plays working the cell
it's a bet (grrt)
Heard, say less
Get money, deal with them next (man)
See a baddie, I'm gettin her number
Then one minute later I'm gettin' a text
shade of red
So you would know what's going down, down
Now you know it's going down
Boy won't you come around my box while we in the clouds, blowing
body
I fuck wit good girls that like to be naughty
You took a shot fucking wit me so shawty
Pour up another cuz I don't feel shit
I ain't no boy, I'm
on the block
But now big homie stuck in a box
Went along with the shit that was taught to us
Now I can spot out bullshit with binoculars
Now I keep three colored
Teddy wants to decline
To entertain all your piss taking jives
I tell you my name
I'm identified by
And when the station verifies
You realize what I
Make a Move
Written and performed by Derrell & Raleigh Durham
(Rell)
This sound like some A$AP Mob shit man
I don’t know what I was on
When I cooked
no no don't address them
Can't you see how they dress them
They probably surrounded by models and a
Bunch of them yes men
I'm surrounded by no-men oh
they call this shit luck,
Get it back in blood,
Hate it when you talk too much,
(Stop talkin shit boy)
Never drunk but always buzzed,
(Come on)
kudos (Looking for what?)
Young n**** respectable but my cursing too loose
Fuck it run up the numbers sudoku
Like fuck (What?)
Oh shit (Bitch!)
Dammit I
having something to do with trying to riddle my number one partner to death
You want to get even with me boy clear you can see me with a rap
But I'm about
put 'em in a box (Lord)
Put that chrome to your head like a fuckin' barber (bitch)
She gave me her number but I ain't call her (at all)
You done took
These more your hard bottoms can't tie theyself
You can feel by yourself, you don't need my help
Here's an alligator belt, you can hang yourself
Can't
in your box you loser
I'm gonna have a bladder burst
While you ponder gender!
Excuse me sir!
Over by the stall!
Wrong fucking bathroom!
gauge, nearly blew out his brain
Shotgun Shane, man's name for a reason
Creepin', side by side gon' greet him
Look at him peepin', try Grim Reap him
I feel
I feel like
No one by my side
Who gone hear my cry
I don't wanna hurt nobody
With all this pain inside me
I feel
I feel like
No one by my
sloppy
20 .9s yeah we got em always by me
Bitches like to pop the codon nigga oxy
Feeling like dej nigga try me
All my niggas really down to catch a body
The same thing that make you laugh
You gon' cry from
Laugh now, cry later but your time will come
And if you live by the gun
You could die from one
truth like Ted talk
Been getting by, I ain’t waiting rest stop
Tryna be an icon, sitting at my desk top
Living out the box, I don’t this just to check
Intro
See it’s really somethin bout that shoe box money that, really have a nigga mind gone like
(It’s been a minute since I let my heart bleed
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