Box ft. Lil Tek Lyrics

Rock that shit out Harri

We tinted up that box

Putting five on top his head, he was up on fox

Diss the gvng that really get you outlined in chalk

And they shot his face off, that lil stupid ass boy can't even talk

Told lil five they gon' knock

I can't even beef with these niggas, can't even pull up cause they not on the block

Put a whole thirty in my Glock

Yea this bitch long like a mop

I was just pouring up wock

Looked at my phone that hoe gave me the drop

Sweep his block up with a broom

Double back yea with a mop

Took 'em down for that lil' shit we don't never know how to stop

And I'm smoking on dead niggas in the booth, they all opps

Man them niggas really hoes they talk to twelve, they all cops

Nigga be six plus six

Talking to twelve, we don't fuck with that shit

Yung crew go on a lick they come back with like three, four blicks

Got on a chase we go with it

Shit got real had to jump that fence

Pull on they block with them sticks seven and sixty-two bitch we leaving a dent

I don't even sip no lean but I'm mixing wock up with the trist

Got a thirty round Glock up in dis bitch how could I miss?

I got my young nigga screaming homixide up in this bitch (Homixide Homixide)

Nigga better drop a opp before you drop a diss

Nigga thinking 'bout dissing me

You better have plans to move up outta state

My young nigga hungry to come & get ya, they put you on a plate

Got a lil' freaky hoe trying to eat my dick I told her "hold up, wait"

Told her "the dick ain't just for you, got another on the way"