[Intro: Shoebox Baby]
The internet be makin' shit somethin' it ain't, you see what I'm sayin'?
Ayy, this shit all cap, this shit just—
This shit fiction, this shit for the fans, this shit entertainment, you hear me?
Slatt, it's 'Box (OT made it rock)
[Verse 1: Shoebox Baby]
Ain't no cap, I'm in that 'Raq and I ain't talkin' 'bout Chiraq
They keep sayin', "Slide for Von," but ain't no timin' on get-back
I keep Switchy with me, the one I call my bro and on my strap
Either one of 'em take too long, I know the other gon' react
I can't lie, I woke up hot, twenty missed calls from the guys
Mama told me buddy died, ain't brush my teeth, I'm right on live
Yeah, it's bustin', let me call my traffic, honk when you outside
Ain't no drivin' on no E-way, told 'em, "Ride down King Drive"
We on 51st, hold on, take this pic, I'm droppin' Y's
Now, I be trippin', they might take a nigga L's for all this tickin'
I don't stop at red lights, I see tints and get to blickin'
I hate bitches that act dumb, it be so hard to call them women
Is you gon' slide? Is you gon' ride? Is you gon' drop somethin' for your guys?
Only thing you ever did was make a post, his mama cryin'
Catchin' bodies ain't that easy, I salute the ones that's tryin'
Call my phone talkin' 'bout some street shit, I'ma tell your ass, "You fried"
Thank God I stopped pourin' up the Lean by the liters
Man, the withdrawal from that shit'll make you think you had a fever
I need Muwop back, the only one I know gon' be a leader
I don't text my bitch all day, she swear to God that I'm a cheater
I hate opp thots
Call up Hot Wheels, he bringin' hot cars
Only thing he seen was a flash and then fah, fah
Dead man, they left him on the city, they left him red, man
All our switches metal, but we need the ones that's built in
The internet be makin' shit somethin' it ain't, you see what I'm sayin'?
Ayy, this shit all cap, this shit just—
This shit fiction, this shit for the fans, this shit entertainment, you hear me?
Slatt, it's 'Box (OT made it rock)
[Verse 1: Shoebox Baby]
Ain't no cap, I'm in that 'Raq and I ain't talkin' 'bout Chiraq
They keep sayin', "Slide for Von," but ain't no timin' on get-back
I keep Switchy with me, the one I call my bro and on my strap
Either one of 'em take too long, I know the other gon' react
I can't lie, I woke up hot, twenty missed calls from the guys
Mama told me buddy died, ain't brush my teeth, I'm right on live
Yeah, it's bustin', let me call my traffic, honk when you outside
Ain't no drivin' on no E-way, told 'em, "Ride down King Drive"
We on 51st, hold on, take this pic, I'm droppin' Y's
Now, I be trippin', they might take a nigga L's for all this tickin'
I don't stop at red lights, I see tints and get to blickin'
I hate bitches that act dumb, it be so hard to call them women
Is you gon' slide? Is you gon' ride? Is you gon' drop somethin' for your guys?
Only thing you ever did was make a post, his mama cryin'
Catchin' bodies ain't that easy, I salute the ones that's tryin'
Call my phone talkin' 'bout some street shit, I'ma tell your ass, "You fried"
Thank God I stopped pourin' up the Lean by the liters
Man, the withdrawal from that shit'll make you think you had a fever
I need Muwop back, the only one I know gon' be a leader
I don't text my bitch all day, she swear to God that I'm a cheater
I hate opp thots
Call up Hot Wheels, he bringin' hot cars
Only thing he seen was a flash and then fah, fah
Dead man, they left him on the city, they left him red, man
All our switches metal, but we need the ones that's built in
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