The Box - Roddy Ricch Lyrics


Singer Roddy Ricch
Song Writer Roddy Ricch

Song Lyrics:


Pullin' out the coupe at the 'lot
Told 'em "F--- 12, f--- SWAT"
Bustin' all the bales out the box
I just hit a lick with the box
Had to put the stick in a box, mm
Pour up the whole da-- seal, I'ma get lazy
I got the mojo-deals, we been trappin' like the '80's
She sucked a n---a soul, got the Cash App
Told 'em wipe a n---a 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 n---as after where the bag at
Gotta move smarter, gotta move harder
N---as tryna get me for my water
I live that down on my son or my daughter
I had the Draco with me, Dwayne Carter
'Lotta n---as out here playin', ain't ballin'
I done put my whole arm in the rim, Vince Carter
And know I papi get a ki' for the quarter
Shawty barely seen the double C's I bought her
Got a bi--- 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 "F--- 12, f--- SWAT"
Bustin' all the bales out the box
I just hit a lick with the box
Had to put the stick in a box, mm
Pour up the whole da-- seal, I'ma get lazy
I got the mojo-deals, we been trappin' like the '80's
She sucked a n---a soul, got the Cash App
Told 'em wipe a n---a 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?

Ha-ha-ha, I been movin' 'em out
It's still up with me then, he got the blues in the pouch
Took her to the forest, put wood in her mouth
Bi--- don't wear no shoes in my house
The private, I'm flyin' in, I never wanna fly again
I take my chances in traffic
She suckin' on di-- no hands with it
I just made the Rollie plain like a landing-strip
I'm a 2020 president candidate
I done put a hunnid bands on Zimmerman sh--
I been movin' real gangsta, so that's why she pick a Crip
Shawty call me Crisco, 'cause I pop my sh--
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 "F--- 12, f--- SWAT"
Bustin' all the bales out the box
I just hit a lick with the box
Had to put the stick in a box, mm
Pour up the whole da-- seal, I'ma get lazy
I got the mojo-deals, we been trappin' like the '80's
She sucked a n---a soul, got the Cash App
Told 'em wipe a n---a 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?