shoebox baby - 4ktroll lyrics
[intro]
(ys on the beat, what?)
slatt, slatt, slatt (come on)
yeah, yeah (slatt, slatt, it’s ‘box)
slatt, slatt, come on (yeah)
yeah (come on), slatt (yeah)
yeah (it’s ‘box), yeah (come on)
[chorus]
f+ck what you say, o’block paint the city red (yeah, what? come on)
folks goin’ off the meds, he tryna clap a n+gga dreads (slatt, it’s ‘box)
it is what it is, now he dead for what he said (uh+huh, uh+huh, boom)
we spin the n+ggas blocks and shot at everythin’ but leg (boom, boom, boom, boom)
[verse 1]
b+tch, i’m big dawg, they said ’cause i’m a rapper, pass the rock ’cause i’m like chris paul (yeah, come on, what?)
the opps be on 2k but all my slimes, they tryna play ball (what? yeah)
but wе got secret weapons that shoot wеll up in the playoffs (slatt, slatt, it’s ‘box)
my shooters got so hot, i had to tell them boys to lay off (woo, woo, woo)
somebody pour me up some lean (uh+huh)
aiskii call my phone like when he home he chasin’ rings (free aiskii)
the jaydojumpouts got him ’cause they on the same thing (uh+huh)
ever since i lost jaydo, my heart been up off my sleeve (come on)
i used to mind my business, but like watch n+ggas bleed (woo, woo, woo)
this glock just like a opera, it be makin’ n+ggas scream (woo, woo, woo)
better ask the last man because he died up on the scene (uh+huh, yeah)
when jaydo died i saw red but now these p+ssy n+ggas green (boom, boom, boom)
[chorus]
f+ck what you say, o’block paint the city red (come on)
folks goin’ off the meds, he tryna clap a n+gga dreads (slatt, slatt, it’s ‘box)
it is what it is, now he dead for what he said (uh+huh, uh+huh, boom)
we spin the n+ggas blocks and shot at everythin’ but leg (yeah, slatt, it’s ‘box)
[verse 2]
4ktreyk, b+tch, must not heard about o’block because we slay sh+t (come here)
i’m in utah tryna pick up on the payment (i’m on you)
labels keep callin’ my phone, i told ’em, “pay me” (come on)
plan a is plan b ’cause i ain’t havin’ babies (it’s ‘box)
[chorus]
f+ck what you say, o’block paint the city red (uh+huh)
folks goin’ off the meds, he tryna clap a n+gga dreads (yeah, slatt, it’s ‘box)
it is what it is, now he dead for what he said (uh+huh, uh+huh, uh+huh, come on)
we spin the n+ggas blocks and shot at everythin’ but leg (spin, spin, spin, spin, spin)
f+ck what you say, o’block paint the city red (huh? come on)
folks goin’ off the meds, he tryna clap a n+gga dreads (yeah, slatt, it’s ‘box)
it is what it is, now he dead for what he said (uh+huh, slatt, uh+huh)
we spin the n+ggas blocks and shot at everythin’ but leg
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