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    Roddy Ricch

    The Box Lyrics

    Pullin' out the coupe at the lot

    Told 'em fuck 12, fuck SWAT

    Bustin' all the bales out the box

    I just hit a lick with the box

    Had to put the stick in a box, mmh

    Pour up the whole damn seal, I'ma get lazy

    I got the mojo deals, we been trappin' like the '80s

    She sucked a nigga soul, got the Cash App

    Told 'em wipe a nigga nose, say slatt, slatt

    I won't never sell my soul, and I can back that

    And I really wanna know where you at, at

    I was out back where the stash at

    Cruise the city in a bulletproof Cadillac (Skrrt)

    'Cause I know these niggas after where the bag at (Yeah)

    Gotta move smarter, gotta move harder

    Nigga try to get me for my water

    I'll lay his ass down, on my son, on my daughter

    I had the Draco with me, Dwayne Carter

    Lotta niggas out here playin' ain't ballin'

    I done put my whole arm in the rim, Vince Carter (Yeah)

    And I know probably get a key for the quarter

    Shawty barely seen in double C's, I bought 'em

    Got a bitch that's looking like Aaliyah, she a model

    I got the pink slip, all my whips is key-less

    Compton, I'm about to get the key to the city

    Patek like the sea, forget it

    Pullin' out the coupe at the lot

    Told 'em fuck 12, fuck SWAT

    Bustin' all the bales out the box

    I just hit a lick with the box

    Had to put the stick in a box, mmh

    Pour up the whole damn seal, I'ma get lazy

    I got the mojo deals, we been trappin' like the '80s

    She sucked a nigga soul, got the Cash App

    Told 'em wipe a nigga nose, say slatt, slatt

    I won't never sell my soul, and I can back that

    And I really wanna know where you at, at, hah

    Hahaha, I been movin' 'em out

    If Steelo with me, then he got the blues in the pouch (Yeah)

    Took her to the forest, put the wood in her mouth

    Bitch don't wear no shoes in my house

    The private I'm flyin' in, I never wan' fly again

    I'll take my chances in traffic (Yeah)

    She suckin' on dick, no hands with it

    I just made the Rollie plain like a landing strip

    I'm a 2020 president candidate

    I done put a hundred bands on Zimmerman, shit

    I been movin' real gangster, so that's why she picked a Crip

    Shawty call me Crisco 'cause I pop my shit

    Got it out the mud, there's nothin' you can tell me, yeah

    When I had the drugs, I was street wealthy, yeah

    Pullin' out the coupe at the lot

    Told 'em fuck 12, fuck SWAT

    Bustin' all the bales out the box

    I just hit a lick with the box

    Had to put the stick in a box, mmh

    Pour up the whole damn seal, I'ma get lazy

    I got the mojo deals, we been trappin' like the '80s

    She sucked a nigga soul, got the Cash App

    Told 'em wipe a nigga nose, say slatt, slatt

    I won't never sell my soul, and I can back that

    And I really wanna know where you at, at