Songtexte BOX EM! - Finatic feat. Badazz

Rrahh
Gang, Gang
Gang

I catch me a opp, I ain't showin' remorse
I jump in a X5, I jump in a Porsche
If they try to box, I throw it in sport
If they throwin' shade then we throwin' shots

Snap like a pic, his mind gettin' cropped
Give a YoungBoy head, just want a Lil Top
I hit him up Tupac Shakur, I'ma put you in a box
Throwin' these bullets, he picked like locks
Pass me the sticks, let the dualshock

Them shits hit his back and his body had dropped
We on the A and we posted with glocks
He post on the B, he bound to get shot
He throw up the C, he must be a cop
He throw up the G, he got hit by the glock
Now, it's a dead nigga in the dirt
Big white-tee with his face on a shirt
But that's what he get, for dissin' on bro
He could of got wacked when he come out that sto'
And we wouldve scored, but Brodie got low
7.62s gone rip thru the floor
7.62s gone rip thru the door
Get worked by a bitch then you meet the lord

Call me a artist, the pistol I draw
Talk out his chin then i'm breakin' his jaws
If he in the spot, he get with the paws
Send him to clouds, i'm makin' him spawn
Thinkin' bout stretchin' niggas when I yawn
Spin by his crib, leave him on the lawn
I ain't takin' no shorts, these bullets go long

I'm throwin' these bullets, I ain't got no sympathy
Shark On Land, these bitches they hittin'me
Uppin' the glock, this shit get wicked
John Wick score, i'm tryna finish em'
All black jeep and this shit tinted
Don't do fish bowls, big sticks in it
They click up with opps then the score get bigger
G-19 and the clip bigger
I'm stuffin' this bitch, she a gold digger
I walk in the party and this shit get bussin'
Bullets start flyin then I get the buggin'
12 on the way, he got with a dozen

Why niggas dissin' me all of a sudden?
I'm outta control, start pushin' the button
I'm tryna bake his ass like a oven
Relative bullets, they hittin' ya cousin
Hit in his head, he got a concussion
Clap me a nigga, I call it percussion
He got flat top, heat up his muffin
Smoke me a nigga then I get the puffin'
Whip out the tool, I'm drillin' her walls
Catch him in summer, he better not fall
I'm speakin' the truth, niggas be false
I'ma shorten his height, the clip too tall
Uh, I got ingredients
I'll cook me a nigga
Flashin 'the gun, now I'm takin' his picture

I'm tryna score, i'll bake me a nigga
It's a cold world, i'll shake me a nigga
Give me what you got, you a bitch lil nigga
Niggas don't be on shit when they be outside
Call up the bros, it's time to ride
Grab my pole, it's time to slide
He outside then he gone die

He think he low, i'm sendin' him high
Niggas on dick and i'm like why?
They wolf on the gram, I don't reply
They call me the man cuz' i'm that guy
Spin like a washer, i'm leavin' him dry
Bang at ya kufi, you meetin' Allah

Gang, Bitch
Rrahh Rrahh, Bow-Bow
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