Out Da Box Chalie Boy (Ft. Mac Miller & Mr. RYNO)

[Intro: Chalie Boy]
Mac Miller, Ryno

[Chorus: Chalie Boy & Mac Miller]
(Out the box) Knock 'em out the box (Hey)
Fuck it, if ya shoes laced up, I knock ya out ya socks (Uh-huh)
(Out the box) Knock 'em out the box
Fuck it, if ya shoes laced up, I knock ya out ya socks (And it go like that)
(Out the box) Knock 'em out the box
Fuck it, if ya shoes laced up, I knock ya out ya socks (Down in Houston right now, ya know what I'm sayin'? It's southern hospitality, haha)
(Out the box) Knock 'em out the box
Fuck it, if ya shoes laced up, I knock ya out ya socks (Hey, hey, hey)

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Ayo, I'm chillin' down in Houston, kinda tempted by the lean
One thing I learned 'bout life is it's never what it seems
I be clever any weather, givin' letters to you fiends, bitch
Tailored by my seamstress, she all up on my penis
Shouts to Chalie Boy, Killa Kyle, [?]
And to the promoters who brought [?] to fix my munchies
Mad I'm gettin' money now and livin' like a young G
My flow is wild though: Crocodile Dundee
See the way I'm killin' 'em, bitch from the Caribbean
They hear me spittin' like, "Mac is goin' in again"
Reach the world, different ends, travel round the globe
Every time I hit the stage, hoes be grabbin' on my clothes
He look just like me? Well, he has to be a clone
Rookies gettin' killed [?] now we're pro
Hands up, we about to rock
The flow hittin' though, knock ya ass out the box, like