Lil Double 0 - Boxed In paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Boxed In - Lil Double 0




(Ayy, check out the motherfucker, 808s bumpin', don't it?)
Mm, mm, mm-mm, mm, mm, mm, mm-mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm, mm-mm, mm, mm, mm-mm, mm
(We love you, Perc')
Wanna drive, I wanna
Wanna drive, I wanna move, can't spin
Get trapped, but you get boxed in
Still rollin', trap still pumpin'
Street shit slimy, watch your mans
(Your lil' bitch wanna fuck her friend
I told them hoes they be doin' too much)
Can't love no bitch, just run up my bands
I'd rather get into some other stuff
Bulletproof, this is not no armored truck
Who your crew? Know you niggas ain't done enough
(Your mans and you) And your mans ass through, who?
(Smokin' on opps by two, bitch)
I know somethin' from the hell, I come from the hellplace
Double 0, lil' Rucci like Eazy-E crew
Hit a lick, get a payday, every day off, mayday
'Cause we ridin' around with the sticks in the coupe
Walk down on my mans one deep by myself, no playin'
Shootin' both of my hands when I'm through
Eighty thousand for APs, got a couple
Niggas I ain't seen in eighteen months
From the Nawf Memphis Zoo, you know that's the truth
A nigga been steppin' and walkin' so comfortable
Water down, water down, water down hard
He's around, we lit a chop right up
Ain't no opp around, broke niggas turnt into trucks
It's just been snow or the rain, don't sleep, get buck
Broke old niggas like T-Pain, don't ever be runnin' up, gang
'Cause you run with the bogus
Stay down to the ground, them bitches be nothin'
(You motherfuckin' slime, nigga, Blood slime
Ain't no changin' lane 'cause it's smoke)
Yeah, Glock got a box on the back, you ain't notice?
Trap house took the hinge off the door '
Cause the twin doors is wide open
Bitch know I'm still with the crew, so
When I fuck her, she want a motion picture
I just told my nigga we smokin' opps, break the back, roll a nigga
I can't keep no bitch up on my mind '
Cause these hoes fuckin' everybody
AK with a knife on it like four wheels
Tryna leave four dead bodies by herself
Walkin' in the show, gotta drop out a new Audi
Got a lot of crew and the crew got a zuski
Don't get no sleep, every day I'm geeked up
Devil seen so much money, the room was like
"Whose can get tricked?" 'cause you can't
Okay, never seen no opps in the bank (No)
Every day I'm geeked on pills and drank
Call up lil' Wockstar, rockstar, do what they can't
Niggas ain't have no more cash than us
Nigga went spent the EDD bag up
Devil couldn't do the scam right or sell a gram
Put your ski mask on, it's a robbery
Rockin' Balenciaga with a chopper tucked
Cheese in my pocket like a pizza truck
Your bitch ain't no bitch of mine, I just fucked her
(Your bitch ain't no bitch of mine, I just fucked her)
I can't be no gentleman, I had to run
Up bands, I was in the trap all night
Fuckin' two damn sluts
Everywhere I go, I got two damn cups
Walk down gang, keep shootin' shit up
Fuck security, I'll shoot the bitch up
Close casket, no plastic, the switch hit the body, it fucked 'em up
Lil' bitch so bad, had to fuck in a Maybach truck
I don't think she'll set niggas up
Walk down
Uh, uh, okay
Wanna drive, I wanna move, can't spin
Get trapped, but you get boxed in
Still rollin', trap still pumpin'
Street shit slimy, watch your mans
(Your lil' bitch wanna fuck her friend
I told them hoes they be doin' too much)
Can't love no bitch, just run up my bands
I'd rather get into some other stuff
Bulletproof, this is not no armored truck
Who your crew? Know you niggas ain't done enough
(Your mans and you) And your mans ass through, who?
(Smokin' on opps by two, bitch)



Writer(s): Terion Porter, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur



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