Out The Box

[Intro: Kay Boba]
Ah, woah, yeah, shit, yeah, slatt

[Chorus: Kay Boba]
I ain't movin' like a bitch, you really soundin' silly, yeah
Shawty sippin' red, out the box, to [?], ah
Nigga said he 'bout to run the [?] like, "Please don't kill me" Ah
Then I took her to my [?], she looked at me like I'ma kill her, ah
I'ma stack the racks from my toes to my head
She gon' leave after that, I'm a G 'til I'm dead
They gon' ask me how I made it, I said, "leave it to the hits"
I stay pouring up the red
I'd rather die than tell the feds, oh, yeah

[Verse 1: MG Magna]
I don't givе a fuck if you don't like me, 'cause I'll lеt you know
I've been getting bread so you gon' hear me on the radio
If you fuck with us, then we gon' pass you up and leave you cold
My niggas always 'bout the dough
Get the scrap and make you fold
Me and Boba in this shit so we gon' turn you into passes, yeah
I'm getting all these racks so don't let me go catch you lackin' yeah
Try to waste our time, you out of line, you a distraction, yeah
Why you always 'bout that action?
'Bout to rob you for a fraction
We've been winnin' all the time, it's like we're even on your grind
Keep a .40 on my neck and shawty lookin' like a dime
We been gettin' all this bread while they just askin' for a fine
Yeah, we do it all the time
Lately, I've been getting high

[Chorus: Kay Boba]
I ain't movin' like a bitch, you really soundin' silly, yeah
Shawty sippin' red, out the box, to [?], ah
Nigga said he 'bout to run the [?] like, "Please don't kill me" Ah
Then I took her to my [?], she looked at me like I'ma kill her, ah
I'ma stack the racks from my toes to my head
She gon' leave after that, I'm a G 'til I'm dead
They gon' ask me how I made it, I said, "leave it to the hits"
I stay pouring up the red
I'd rather die than tell the feds, oh, yeah

[Verse 2: 289Shawty]
I knew I was a G since the day one (Yeah)
Knew that I was the man the way they run
Playin' with my cash, you know 289 don't play nun'
And if you got a lil' problem, nigga, how about you go say some'
She top ten, shorty givin' head
I just pour up all that red, real nigga, what I bled
And I laid her on the bed, I'm all over that bitches neck, yeah
Staring at me, waiting for me to go in that hitter, yeah
After, baby, you won't understand, I'm a hard hitter, yeah
And I'm sendin' all them [?] back like LeBron did the splitter, yeah
I got this badge, hall of fame, no fuck giver, yeah
And he jumpin' out the 4-door tellin' that lil' bitch to give it up (Give it up)
Nigga, I'm with BAF (BAF), and MG Mag' (MG Mag')
In the stu', we makin' hits, you know we makin' all the haters mad
Most hated, gonna have a plaque in the glass, nigga
Man, my first place is certain, ain't no way I'm last, nigga

[Chorus: Kay Boba]
I ain't movin' like a bitch, you really soundin' silly, yeah
Shawty sippin' red, out the box, to [?], ah
Nigga said he 'bout to run the [?] like, "Please don't kill me" Ah
Then I took her to my [?], she looked at me like I'ma kill her, ah
I'ma stack the racks from my toes to my head
She gon' leave after that, I'm a G 'til I'm dead
They gon' ask me how I made it, I said, "leave it to the hits"
I stay pouring up the red
I'd rather die than tell the feds, oh, yeah