King Taz - Box

You do what you can I do what I wanna
I cut some loose ends and ran up some commas
It's smoke with my bros I'm in for the drama
Don't step in this water we gang of piranhas
PTSD I'm addicted to trauma
My trust in no bitch if she ain't like my Moma
My trust in no bitch if she ain't like my yeah yeah
I stay with sticks like a snare
I don't want love imma player
Plus all of my fabrics is rare
You ain't real you a joke I'm aware
From the basement was trapping off stairs
Now my diamonds all hit making glares
In the office talking about shares
On the town bitch I'm known as the mayor
I can't hang with no bitch with her hand out
And them niggas who hated a fan now
Stack these bands I can't be one who ran out
If you pass me the ball its a blow out
On the road different states doings shows now
If its up then its up It can go down
Y'all ain't making no noise that's a ghost town
Don't end up on a RIP post now
Bigger and bigger
Swear my knots getting bigger and bigger
From the pot bitch I started with nickels
Plot, load up them pistols
Know my squad full of good aiming hitters
I promise this chopper won't miss ya
I stay with that pole like a fisher
I'm on demon time don't need no jiggas
Chopped the brain off the coupe It got no sense
My heart black I can't show no emotion
To the box for my niggas I'm rolling
I'm rolling
Chopped the brain off the coupe It got no sense
My heart black I can't show no emotion
To the box for my niggas I'm rolling
I'm rolling
We gone keep rolling till the box
We gone keep rolling till the box
We gone keep rolling till the box
We gone keep rolling till the box
I'm rolling

Written by:
CLEVELAND BROWNE, CLIFFORD RAY SMITH, DAVID MCLARENCE TAYLOR

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