The Box (Freestyle)

(Intro)
Eee err

(Chorus)
Pulling out the coupe from the lot
Told 'em "Fuck 12, fuck SWAT"
Bussin' all the bells out the box
I just hit a lick with the box
Had to put the stick in the box

(Verse)
And we move out on 'em
My dawg had to take a charge
And got two counts on 'em
On many hunnids I been through
Bitch, I lose count on 'em
And every time I'm swinging
I can never choose how I caught 'em
And for the package, changed my name
And moved through towns on 'em
And give my bread up
Looking for victory got me fed up
Attention, I'm about to burn they show now
So I can get a fuck, asking to fuck working
About action
For certain, in thе all black
Find 'em at person
And the gat whip, I put 'еm all in position
And they still try back
Tell me I ain't tripping, it's business
Y'all don't get what y'all giving
I'm in this, the cover, where the fuck is y'all senses
30 nights on the road, 29 in no shows
I'm in the hotel room getting tatted
You a ho, tie the room, I'm getting active
Y'all should know, I'm pushing p, I'm never lacking
1600 on the wall, know this jacket
I put my money up, I'm barely drunk and never magic
Fuck his hat, and I don't understand a full song
And a braggy
I got it and I never, ever started capping
Keep it moving, how to outrap me
Need a heart slash beat
Need a couple more raiders
But it's one less me
We ain't been the same since I was getting 'bout tax free
Bitch, I made a hundred thousand in the last week
In this bromance, borders, so contact functions
The number about it, but any contract I want
Silent shit could never stop that
So tell these hating motherfuckers that I'm back

(Chorus)
Pulling out the coupe from the lot
Told 'em "Fuck 12, fuck SWAT"
Bussin' all the bells out the box
I just hit a lick with the box
Had to put the stick in the box
Pulling out the coupe from the lot
Told 'em "Fuck 12, fuck SWAT"
Bussin' all the bells out the box
I just hit a lick with the box
Had to put the stick in the box

(Instrumental Outro)