[Intro]
Hmm, right, mhmm, 22, aye
I'm outta town, I got 30 rounds
Aye
(Meech!)
Yeah, we gon box 'em out
[Chorus]
Too much drip on a nigga, I gotta settle down
Lil baby wanna see me, but I'm outta town
I came here by myself, but I got 30 rounds
It be all fun and games till them choppas out
Niggas tryna sell the sauce, we gon box 'em out
We get scripts for this shit, it is not a drought
I ain't even in my prime, boy, don't hate me now
When you built like a king, they can't break you down
[Verse 1]
My cousin graduated college, he a engineer
I can't engineer shit but how to get him here
I sell that shit for the streets, just likе Goodyear
I'm rolling up and driving, let my knee steer
Most of you niggas crash dummies, man, you niggas wеird
Big 7.6s, launch 'em at yo beard
Mix the red and the Wock', boy, this pop serious
These niggas rappin bullshit, I don't wanna hear it
Can never change for my L's I took the blame
Been knew how to get it, I could never be a lame
I'm tryna be a boss with this rap, I got it made
Niggas tell me go hard, I done made my own lane
Until I move my momma out, I ain't braggin' on a thing
Fucked up with my bitch, she don't look at me the same
I just took another Perc, they been helping with the pain
Even when I get rich, I want a box with the thang, nigga
Hmm, right, mhmm, 22, aye
I'm outta town, I got 30 rounds
Aye
(Meech!)
Yeah, we gon box 'em out
[Chorus]
Too much drip on a nigga, I gotta settle down
Lil baby wanna see me, but I'm outta town
I came here by myself, but I got 30 rounds
It be all fun and games till them choppas out
Niggas tryna sell the sauce, we gon box 'em out
We get scripts for this shit, it is not a drought
I ain't even in my prime, boy, don't hate me now
When you built like a king, they can't break you down
[Verse 1]
My cousin graduated college, he a engineer
I can't engineer shit but how to get him here
I sell that shit for the streets, just likе Goodyear
I'm rolling up and driving, let my knee steer
Most of you niggas crash dummies, man, you niggas wеird
Big 7.6s, launch 'em at yo beard
Mix the red and the Wock', boy, this pop serious
These niggas rappin bullshit, I don't wanna hear it
Can never change for my L's I took the blame
Been knew how to get it, I could never be a lame
I'm tryna be a boss with this rap, I got it made
Niggas tell me go hard, I done made my own lane
Until I move my momma out, I ain't braggin' on a thing
Fucked up with my bitch, she don't look at me the same
I just took another Perc, they been helping with the pain
Even when I get rich, I want a box with the thang, nigga
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