The Box – Roddy Ricch

“The Box” 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 damn seal, I’ma get lazy
I got the mojo-deals, we been trappin’ like the ’80’s
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
Gotta move smarter, gotta move harder
Niggas tryna get me for my water
I lay his a** down on my son or 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
And I know probably get a key for the quarter
Shawty barely seen in double C’s I bought her
Got a b**** 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 damn seal, I’m-a get lazy
I got the mojo-deals, we been trappin’ like the ’80’s
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?
Ha-ha-ha, I been movin’ ’em out
If Steelo with me, then he got the blues in the pouch
Took her to the forest, put the wood in her mouth
B**** 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 d*** 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 s***
I been movin’ real gangsta, so that’s why she pick a Crip
Shawty call me Chris Cole, ’cause I pop my s***
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 damn seal, I’m-a get lazy
I got the mojo-deals, we been trappin’ like the ’80’s
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?