Jay Gremlin - Boxed In Boxes

Ski

You can't put me in a box, you can't box me in
Brody in a new cellblock, cause he killed again
Momosa wood like crockpots, slow smokin' my meds
Some bullshit cases, they hit me and my Brody with
One thing that I can't stand is one lil nosy bitch
And my VVs, wet as hell, probably seen Moby Dick
I got all the character in the world, nobody gotta loan me shit
The way that Draco kick back, make the shooter flinch
Bitch got all the attitude in the world, like you a ten

Ain't pout when I was losing,
Member' I ain't even have a hundred bucks
Now it's a hundred buck shots inside the trunk, load em up

I had two bitches going together, I just broke em up
Track hawk parked outside, start that hoe then woke em up
Brody in a box, box cell, he had a hole in one
I just threw my nigga a rat bitch and said you owe me one
Can't nobody tell, can't snitch if you the only one
I got Legend engraved on my stick, bitch it's the only one

I just told this bitch who know I'm a dog that she the only one
Me and my blick cool as hell, a handshake when I hold this gun
You can't box me in, all my bitches color cognac
Got a box full of Hen', bro he got a razor

He ain't even cutting boxes, he had the box in the pen
All my skis, they done locked all they dreads
LON busting the door down, see the problem that we is
I done bust on that bitch titties and I seen problems with the kids

It's Prada on my lid, this not out of Lids
This lil bitch just got a problem, now she out of pills damn
Brody got a problem, he done with appeals
Prison tryna get him out it, down 11 years

I ain't cried a lil bit, bout to drop 11 tears
These VVs gave me a wet willy, water in my ear
He a couch potato, got a order at Ikea
Shit, playing hot potato with a bitch who think she lit damn

I done broke it down, I been in here watching film
Got too hot off fumes, 93 my fuel
Niggas, donkeys, jackass, boy you a mule
Niggas, junkies, dead ass, I won't lie to you

I got high off some shrooms
Made a Legend belt to keep me in the loop
He a black belt hmm (wa wa wa wo)
He must not know that this gun shoot (he he aa oo)
If you need me, I'ma come through (ohh mhmm)

But one thing, I'm not gon' jump hoops (woah oo aa ee)

I had two bitches going together, I just broke them up
Track Hawk parked outside, start that ho, then woke him up
Brody in the box, box cell he had a hole in one

I just threw my nigga a rat bitch and said, you owe me one
Can't nobody tell, can't snitch if you the only one
I got Legend engraved on my stick, bitch, it's the only one
I just told this bitch who know I'm a dog, that she the only one

Me and my blick cool as hell, a handshake when I hold this gun
And you can't box me in
All my bitches color cognac, got a box full of Hen
Bro, he got a razor, he ain't even cutting boxes

He had the box in the pen
All my skis, they done locked all they dreads
Wa wa wa wo
He he aa oo
Ohh mhmm
Woah oo aa ee

Written by:
Jaylon Washington

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