BOX EM! ft. Badazz Lyrics

(Rrahh)

Gang, Gang

Gang

I catch me a opp I ain't showin' remorse

I jump in a X5 I jump in a Porsche

If they try to box, I throw it in sport

If they throwin' shade, then, we throwin' shots

Snap like a pic, his mind gettin' cropped

Give a YoungBoy head, just want a Lil Top

I hit him up Tupac, Shakur, i'ma put you in a box

Throwin' these bullets, he picked like locks

Pass me the sticks, let the DualShock

Them shits hit his back and his body had dropped

We on the A' and we posted with glocks

He post on the B, he Bound to get shot

He throw up the C, he must be a Cop

He throw up the G, he got hit by the Glock

Now, it's a dead nigga in the dirt

Big white tee, with his face on a shirt

But, that's what he get, for dissin' on bro'

He could've got whacked, when he come out that store

And, we would've scored, but, brodie got low

Seven-six-two's gon' rip thru the floor

Seven-six-two's gon' rip thru the door

Get worked by a bitch, then, you meet the lord

Call me a artist, the pistol I draw

Talk out his chin, then, i'm breakin' his jaw

If he in the spot, he get with the paws

Send him to clouds, i'm makin' him spawn

Thinkin' 'bout stretchin' niggas, when I yawn

Spin by his crib, leave him on the lawn

I ain't takin' shorts, these bullets go long

I'm throwin' these bullets, I ain't got no sympathy

Shark On Land, these bitches they hittin' me

Uppin' the glock and this shit get wicked

John Wick score, i'm tryna finish em'

All black Jeep and this shit tinted

Don't do fish bowls, big sticks in it

They click up with opps, then, the score bigger

G-Nineteen and the clip bigger

I'm stuffin' this bitch, she a gold digger

I walk in the party and this shit get bussin'

Bullets start flyin, then, I get the buggin'

Twelve on the way, he got with a Dozen

Why niggas dissin' me all of a sudden?

I'm outta' control, start pushin' the button

I'm tryna bake his ass like a oven

Relative bullets, they hittin' ya cousin

Hit in his head, he got a Concussion

Clap me a nigga, I call it "Percussion"

He got flat-top, heat up his muffin

Smoke me a nigga, then, I get the puffin'

Whip out the tool, i'm drillin' her walls

Catch him in Summer, he better not Fall

I'm speakin' the truth, niggas be false

I'ma shorten his height, the clip too tall

Uh, I got ingredients, i'll cook me a nigga

Flashin' the gun, now, i'm takin' his picture

I'm tryna score, i'll bake me a nigga

It's a cold world, i'll shake me a nigga

Give me what you got, you a bitch, lil nigga

Niggas don't be on shit, when they be outside

Call up the bros, it's time to ride

Grab my pole, it's time to slide

He outside? Then, he gon' die

He think he low? I'm sendin' him high

Niggas on dick, i'm like why?

They wolf on the gram, I don't reply

They call me "The Man", cuz' i'm That Guy

Spin like a washer, i'm leavin' him dry

Bang at ya Kufi, you meetin' Allah

Gang, Bitch (Rrahh Rrahh, Bow-Bow)

(Im So Slimee)