Box Key

French Toast Gang puttin' cheese on the beef

I'm puttin' money in your pocket, what else do you want from me?

I skipped, I went straight to the trenches, In the field, and laced my cleats

I'm mixing wocky o's with cotton candy, call it bittersweet

Bitch I feel like I'm the hardest Name a youngin' hard as me

I'm tryna change all of my people, life this shit more than a dream

Go get up on em', brains in the street, that's how they left the scene

I made a killin' with my box, key and them Cali trees

Bitch, I might go get a pendant, French Toast Gang, in Japanese

Go wipe your eyes, or pour some drank, bitch I'm the sickest, can't you see?

I catch a opp with some Rick Owen's make it match with Ricky's T