Roddy Ricch - The Box

Lyrics to The Box by Roddy Ricch

Pullin' out the coupe at the lot Told 'em "Fuck 12, fuck SWAT" Bustin' all the bales out the box I just hit a lick with the box Had to put the stick in a box, mm Pour up the whole damn seal, I'ma get lazy I got the mojo-deals, we been trappin' like the '80's She sucked a nigga soul, got the Cash App Told 'em wipe a nigga nose, say slatt, slatt I won't never sell my soul, and I can back that And I really wanna know, where you at, at? I was out back, where the stash at Cruise the city in a bulletproof Cadillac (skrrt) 'Cause I know these niggas after where the bag at Gotta move smarter, gotta move harder Niggas tryna get me for my water I lay his ass down on my son or my daughter I had the Draco with me, Dwayne Carter 'Lotta niggas out here playin', ain't ballin' I done put my whole arm in the rim, Vince Carter And I know probably get a key for the quarter Shawty barely seen in double C's I bought her Got a bitch that's looking like Aaliyah, she a model I got the pink slip, all my whips is key-less Compton, I'm about to get the key to the city Patek like the sea, forget it Pullin' out the coupe at the lot Told 'em "Fuck 12, fuck SWAT" Bustin' all the bales out the box I just hit a lick with the box Had to put the stick in a box, mm Pour up the whole damn seal, I'ma get lazy I got the mojo-deals, we been trappin' like the '80's She sucked a nigga soul, got the Cash App Told 'em wipe a nigga nose, say slatt, slatt I won't never sell my soul, and I can back that And I really wanna know, where you at, at? Ha-ha-ha, I been movin' 'em out If Steelo with me, then he got the blues in the pouch Took her to the forest, put the wood in her mouth Bitch don't wear no shoes in my house The private I'm flyin' in, I never wanna fly again I take my chances in traffic She suckin' on dick no hands with it I just made the Rollie plain like a landing-strip I'm a 2020 president candidate I done put a hunnid bands on Zimmerman shit I been movin' real gangsta, so that's why she pick a Crip Shawty call me Crisco, 'cause I pop my shit Got it out the mud, there's nothin' you can tell me, yeah When I had the drugs, I was street-wealthy, yeah Pullin' out the coupe at the lot Told 'em "Fuck 12, fuck SWAT" Bustin' all the bales out the box I just hit a lick with the box Had to put the stick in a box, mm Pour up the whole damn seal, I'ma get lazy I got the mojo-deals, we been trappin' like the '80's She sucked a nigga soul, got the Cash App Told 'em wipe a nigga nose, say slatt, slatt I won't never sell my soul, and I can back that And I really wanna know, where you at, at?