Box

Liver dwelling, attack the setting leave it feeling heavy,

Train hit me too late, naah wait....

 

Okay, poor, stay scheming flow, pour some more,

Bitch you feeling low,

Face the mirror and fuck him up, yeah I kill myself

Rebirth, now tough, phony gone, no more paint brush

I've been ruff, like a dawg with his nuts cut

Bar pass, back to that, stupid flow had me growing old

Keep the hoe, I done with that

Laughing, she pouring showers and I'm not with that

Vise verse, popping bottles, now she want me back

It's so whack, when bitches hit you on pay day

"I'm working so hard just to spend my money."

Said no one ever, handing to Kourtney

Or Ashley, plus Britney, oh she a wild one,

Pile bout 5 course down her throat because

I like the outcome, "WHAT?"

It's out of context but she knows what it is

Language all fucked up, seeing the wrong in him

You saw the pun in this, like a gun in kids

That's another story, just had to rap, keep flowing

Went coast to coast, boasting, lost my rope, now I'm falling

Continue to do so, push rope with my old hoe

Got her wet, so I won, no?

20 spit on my dick, fuck all you

Gasper kept it, had to show him he needed it

Throwing shade, you a fake

But to me, I'm no fake

Came out, real, I'm sorry for the fraudness

A bit a tallness, colliding with some Toms, bitch

Get out my space if you looking for a friend

I go out, black out, and end up in bed with your friend

That's my girl's friend, but she okay with it

I see and get it, 200 hunderd

That's a dollar sign at the end, ch bitch