Box (feat. Pierce Ripanti) [Radio Edit]

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Academy Entertainment Group

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Who that
Who that
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Yeah
Who that
I'm in my bag foreal
Chasing the stacks foreal
N***** be doin that talkin, but I don't think that he actually will
Act like he one of them bosses, I swear to God n***** cap foreal
That's foreal
N***** be makin me laugh foreal
Yeah
Push the whip my tank was just on E
N**** yeah I grinded for this s*** yeah that's on me
Still won't walk a mile up in your shoes so cross your feet
And I could bet a thousand hunnid dollars n****
If you cross me, yous a opp to me
Adobe photoshopped
Up out the picture you get cropped for free
I thought you knew better
You'll do better
Cause it ain't no stoppin' me
My people pay me by supportin, so for you won't drop the fee
And your shorty copped my last collection told her shop wit me
Don't put him in that box wit me
Cause I'm in a different category than these n***** they watching me
Uh
Yeah
I might need an apology
But I might just take your b**** for ransom make it a robbery
Uh
I'm in my bag foreal
Chasin' the stacks foreal
N***** be doin that talkin, but I don't think that he actually will
Act like he one of them bosses, I swear to God n***** a cap foreal
That's foreal
N***** be makin me laugh foreal
Okay
I'm in my bag for real
Chasing these racks for real
These n***** be talking bout glocks and s***
Don't think that he actually kill
Lil shorty gone open the box for the kid
She think she a happy meal
Yea
And that's the deal
N***** be chirpin, but lack the skills
Look
I need the mass appeal
Ballin' like pass the pill
He spying, he trying to ride on the wave
I promise you crash the wheel
The money thing, only thing turning me on
She making me catch the feels
I clap and chill
Shorty a pick me like daffodils
It ain't hard to reach to me
Just don't wait on no response
Know they can't tell me s***, if I get rich off singing songs
Can't cash out on no b*****, still got racks to spend on mom
Been writing rhymes to fix it, all these itches in my palms
Look
Don't let him in that booth with me
Cause I don't be rappin' wit none of these cappers
These n***** is goofs to me
Yea
Look
B**** we up like a booster seat
So sit Imma just sit back and pull my lil strings
Like we making acoustic beats
Uh
I'm in my bag foreal
Chasin' the stacks foreal
N***** be doin that talkin, but I don't think that he actually will
Act like he one of them bosses, I swear to God n***** a cap foreal
That's foreal
N***** be makin me laugh foreal

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