Shoebox Baby - It's Box lyrics

They must thought I was finna come
On this bitch or some what? It's 'Box
Uh huh, what? (Fatman, you did this?)
Yeah, come on uh, damn, it's, uh, what?
Slatt, slatt, slatt, it's 'Box
Slatt, slatt, slatt, come on
Slatt, slatt, slatt, it's 'Box
Slatt, slatt, slatt, come on

No matter the weather, we sticking together
I fuck with Glocks, Smith, and Berettas
If he knew better then he'll do better
Don't fuck with no rat but
I love getting cheddar
He said I'm up next, well, cut me a check
Ain't speaking for free and
That's out of respect
That Glock with the switch sound
Just like a TEC
Pop you and your mans just like I pop X
Fah, spin, foenem tryna kill a friend
Fah, get in, foenem just killed his mans
If he don't die then we spin again
Hop out the car with different gens
He look just like him so we killed his twin
Like, fah, fah, fah, fah

Slatt, slatt, slatt, it's 'Box
Slatt, slatt, slatt, come on
Slatt, slatt, slatt, it's 'Box
Slatt, slatt, slatt, come on

They know I'm the best in the 'Raq
We lost Von, bitch, now we tryna get back
Glock with a switch on the back
Run up on me and that bitch going
"Ra ta ta tat"
My shorties don't know how to act
He stay with a pump like
He had a asthma attack
On the plug, ran off like Zack
I stay with a gun 'cause I cannot lack, uh
One, two, bitch, we coming for you
Three, four, bitch, don't get backdoored
Five, six, Glock with a switch
Seven, eight, hollows eat up his face, bitch

Slatt, slatt, slatt, it's 'Box
Slatt, slatt, slatt, come on
Slatt, slatt, slatt, it's 'Box
Slatt, slatt, slatt