The Box Lyrics – Roddy Ricch

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Song Credits:
Song – The Box
Artist – Roddy Ricch
Album – The Box

The Box Lyrics – Roddy Ricch

Pullin’ out the coupe out the ‘lot
Told ’em “Fuck 12, fuck SWAT”
Bustin’ out the bells 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 sell that nigga soul, gotta cashout

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 setback, where the stash at

Cruise the city in a bulletproof Cadillac
‘Cause I know these niggas after where the bag at
Gotta move smarter, gotta move harder
Niggas tryna get me for my water

I live that down on my son or my daughter
I had the Draco with me, Dwayne Carter
‘Lotta niggas out here playin’, I ball ’em
I done out my whole arm in the rim, Vince Carter

And know I probably get a key for the quarter
Shawty been in the scene, double C’s, I bought ’em
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 ’bout to get the key to the city
Patek like the sea
Pullin’ out the coupe out the ‘lot
Told ’em “Fuck 12, fuck SWAT”

Bustin’ out the bells 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 sell that nigga soul, gotta cashout
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’ the mout’
It’s dealin’ with me, then he got the blues in the pouch
Took her to the forrest, put 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 plane 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 cryp

Shawty call me Klitschko, ’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
Pullin’ out the coupe out the ‘lot

Told ’em “Fuck 12, fuck SWAT”
Bustin’ out the bells 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 sell that nigga soul, gotta cashout
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?

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