The Box (Remix) Desiigner

[Chorus]
I was in the deal, like a box
Trappin', I was tryna get no top
Numbin' all these shells at the opps
An I hit a lick in the spot
She just want my dick in her box, ayy
We drink that deuce tonight, got us feelin' wavy
We tryna get that cash, trappin' on the daily
I will never sell my soul, that's a fact, fact
I'll wipe a nigga nose, where you at, at?
I ain't never had feelin's for my hoes, a nigga pass that
I just wanna live it up with my bros, lovin' where I'm at

[Verse 1]
Where I'm at, where I'm at
In my city, in grandmas Cadillac
And it's three years in the game, I'll never lack
[?] ones, I remember that
And I'm really finna [?], I ain't tellin' cat
You little hoes, yeah, always tryna make it out
[?] they just want my clout
'Cause I'm out here goin' on them different routes, oh
With the dudes who blew, yeah
She wan' test me when she blew, yeah, yeah
She see my Beamer, it's a coupe, yeah, yeah
See my ice, now she too cold, yeah, yeah