Shoebox Money

[Intro: Lil Gnar]
Hahaha
Ayy, [?], bloss it up
I got shoebox money, yeah
I got shoebox money
Real crash dummies

[Chorus: Lil Gnar]
Yeah, shit was looking dark for a lil' minute
Got to play it raw, anyway to get it
Got to pray hard 'cause a nigga sinning
Too much guap, bust my bitches
Hopping out McClaren (Skrrt), drive it like a missile
Oh my God, nigga really did it (Oh my God)
A lot of these niggas be acting like bitches
A lot of these girls way more than you real
Your ho a thotty, ain't having no morals
She chew on the dick for some Jimmy Choo (Yeah)
Please do not play with me, lil' boy
I hit the bank, pull out knots and embarrass you (Nah)
I let cash talk for me (Cash talk)
I'm having shoebox money (Shoebox)
I got them maskеd-up youngings
I'm having real crash dummies

[Verse 1: Lil Gnar]
Knock out a nigga like Mikе Tyson
I done ran up ten million on narcotics
Diamonds be hitting too hard and I'm smoking on spinach like my name was Popeye (Popeye)
I met the plug out of Mexico, we made it daily, start doing the cha-cha (Cha-cha)
Play with my money, we find you and cut your ass up and put you in the pot-pot (Yeah)
Go and get a lil' shawty and boss her up (Boss her)
I done put the Forgis on the Rollie truck (Rollie)
I be smoking dirty rocking VETEMENTS
Take out the bumper, put pens in the headlights
I am too poppin', can't stop at a red light
Kill any nigga like lil' Charles Manson
I hit a lick and I start feeling antsy
Bands will touch down and a nigga start dancing
Once you get some money it's seriously ain't nothing to get a bad bitch
That's the girly of your dreams? To me, she looking average (Huh)
Starting to feel like it's nobody hot as us (Hot as us)
I done elevated off the Moderus (Moderus)
Dodging horses, your engine ain't raw enough

[Chorus: Lil Gnar & D Savage]
Yeah, shit was looking dark for a lil' minute
Got to play it raw, anyway to get it
Got to pray hard 'cause a nigga sinning
Too much guap, bust my bitches
Hopping out McClaren, drive it like a missile
Oh my God, nigga really did it (Oh my God)
A lot of these niggas be acting like bitches
A lot of these girls way more than you real
Your ho a thotty, ain't having no morals
She chew on the dick for some Jimmy Choo (What?)
Please do not play with me, lil' boy
I hit the bank, pull out knots and embarrass you (What?)
I let cash talk for me (Cash talk)
I'm having shoebox money (Shoebox)
I got them masked-up youngings
I'm having real crash dummies

[Verse 2: D Savage]
Uh, I'm having shoebox money
Try to run up the kid, you a dummy, ayy
I got the coupe, out run it
Pull up and shut up, you know how we bummin'
Shells on top of shells, they know how I'm rocking
In the cut, I take off like a rocket (Yeah)
You need a plug? I'm the socket
One drop, one shot, shoot at his noggin' (Phew)
Praying I don't go to hell (Phew)
They praying, they want me to fail (Yeah)
I'm in the trap with the scale (Yeah)
Try to run up and we sending off shells (Sending off shells)
Sending out packs through the mail
I'm still getting money from dead or in jail
Granny like, "What's that smell?"
Smoking on dope, that's the thing I inhale (Yeah)
I play with that money, ayy, I play with it often
Don't play with me, nigga, go play with your bitch
I leave niggas in coffins
Keep playing with demons, get thrown in the ditch
I'm shooting my target
Play with Lil Gnar and I'm uppin' the stick
Off of my hip and I start gettin'

[Chorus: Lil Gnar & D Savage]
Yeah, shit was looking dark for a lil' minute
Got to play it raw, anyway to get it
Got to pray hard 'cause a nigga sinning
Too much guap, bust my bitches
Hopping out McClaren, drive it like a missile
Oh my God, nigga really did it (Oh my God)
A lot of these niggas be acting like bitches
A lot of these girls way more than you real
Your ho a thotty, ain't having no morals
She chew on the dick for some Jimmy Choo (What?)
Please do not play with me, lil' boy
I hit the bank, pull out knots and embarrass you (What?)
I let cash talk for me (Cash talk)
I'm having shoebox money (Shoebox)
I got them masked-up youngings
I'm having real crash dummies