Thot Box Freestyle

[Intro]
Yeah
He ain’t fuckin’ with no thot box
Let him eat it in the drop top (Skrrt), haha, yeah

[Verse 1]
Listen, keep it real, none of them bitches ain’t fuckin’ wit’ me
I know you mad but it’s probably cah he fuckin’ for free
Can’t let a dog or bum drain my energy, b
Stay schoolin’ them and I ain’t got a fuckin’ degree
Ayo, tell me why these niggas so insecure
You a player, ain’t you seen you a bad bitch before?
He wanna settle the score, tryna hit this raw
Wanna get up in my walls, that’s some new decor
You know I (Ha), I aim to please
The grip is squeeze
Stronger than Megan’s knees
I only F with G’s, let him smoke some trees
He with me, he be thinking he in the sun and the breeze
My wrist 18K, still can’t give these man the time of the day
I got the sauce, no Chick-fil-A
And these girls giving me intros, I know the play
Sayin’ that’s your man, I ain’t tryna fuck anyway
Ain’t gotta rap about my kitty, but, shit, if it’s good, why not?
How many man can say they had this box?
2020, 20/20 vision, doin’ a lot
If I sold it out the box I’ll have your block on lock, what?

[Refrain]
He ain’t fuckin’ with no thot box
Let him eat it in the drop top
Yeah, she is, but she not hot
Racks coming in non-stop
Ayy, I send your nigga to the shop, shop
Yeah, he wanna give me top, top (Skrrt)
Ayy, haha, let me go again
Yeah, yo, listen

[Verse 2]
Yo
Came in the game, made a name
Baby girl, we ain’t the same, stay in your lane
You ain’t know I’m on some shit and I can’t be tamed
I’ll back my wig off on a bitch, I ain’t got no shame
It ain’t at least nine inches? Can’t get me
And if you actin’ like a pussy, boy, I’on pet
Bussin’ like a factory sale on a new Patek
If it ain’t numbers on the paper, I don’t take no check from who?
What the fuck is you bitches gon’ do? (You could never)
Oh, what, you really think I’ll have it from you? (Haha)
Nails got longer, arse got bigger
You ain’t never catch me slipping with no broke arse nigga
Don’t bother puttin’ up an offer if it ain’t six figures (Yeah)
If these bitches don’t shit, I’ma still eat dinner
The fuckin’ bag only ting I’m inna
Thought I couldn’t get any bigger, 2020 ‘boutta get realer, uh