Box

[Intro: babyxsosa]
(She wanna chill with the gang, she wanna chill with me)
(man what the fuck goin on, maajins)

[verse: Maajins]
I had to open the box
I hit his bitch on camera im pulling her locs
She tryna serve with the twin nem, yeah
Im fucking her no we can't lock
Fly young nigga , i been that no we can't link, lil bitch, you a bop
Bad lil hoe let me hit that, she on the phone, she showing me crotch
I eat with the bros imma split that he try to run down feed him a dot
And you smoking that shit pack you nasty
No I don't want him, this lil nigga popped
Brand new Rick tank
When i spin, you won't believe
Niggas talking on my name
So i gotta get on beats
Told that bitch "[?]"
And 500, that's a feat
I gotta run to the bank
New check hit [?]
These niggas to lame
Too lame for me
Do this up on my own
Bitch I don't play for the keeps
Tell your nigga go home
Shoot a block, nigga no three
That bitch she rocking Ramones
No you can't fool me

[Verse 2: Luisss]
I had to open her box
How her ex nigga don't got motion, i swear to god that you popped
She was dancing on me at the function, but, it was really my Glock
I feel like maaj, if they try to play with me they out they top
Im in the back she was giving bop
Could tell she a bop, she was giving thot
If i catch a opp hit em up like pac
Givenchy my wrist, yeah, look at the rocks
This nigga think he my twin
I swear to god we not locked
He posted up with a cup
I swear to god that's not wock
My bitch think her gun pink
But my gun black like ops
I don't care what time they close
I can walk in and buy the whole shop
I don't even like the coke
But like big meech i like the green
I don't even like gumbo
My ex blockwork from the [?]
My bitch a barb' like onique
She cute and petite but she on fleek
My old bitch blockwork
New bitch not from [?]