I Got It

If a nigga want her box, know I got it (yeah) Fat shit be all over me, she wanna fuck my pocket (yeah) Niggas tryna keep up with this shit (yeah) Fuckin' up they pride (yeah) I feel lil' gloss and I.D me When she with me She know I got (yeah) How the fuck is you a plug and you can't get a box in? Can I? You can't get a front, my nigga You ain't locked in Whole city sayin' we the ones Fuck a top ten My lil' nigga say he love to spin He bought every gin I can't help but get up man, truck got me in figure four I got go-yacht full of breech, I did ten-tens in a row You know I got swag for zeal, country boy wanna buy some clothes Don't do Cash App, I put no zeal, nigga pull up with a loaf Know, you gotta catch me I don't give a damn 'bout who you know Heard them niggas broke his head, they riding dick to stay afloat You the type to throw, I can't hide your hands, you a real hoe (you a bitch) I just turned a pretty college bitch to a nympho If a nigga want her box, know I got it Fat shit be all over me, she wanna fuck my pocket Niggas tryna keep up with this shit, fuckin' up they price Felt lil' gloss and ID me when she with me, she know I got it How the fuck is you a plug and you can't get a box in? I know you can't get a front, my nigga, you ain't locked in Whole city sayin' we the ones, fuck a top ten My lil' nigga say he love to spin, he bought every gin Wake up tryna catch a play Yeah my bitch sellin' money, nigga What y'all made today? We beat the block, then fill up shoebox Niggas can't relate I came through fast, skinny shit She look like Colorade Two racks on bitch with Lancy boots But I'm still servin' J They phone dead, they still pull up Niggas know I got it You ain't tryna get her box Ain't goin' back and forth I keep my post up in these joints Cause shit ain't goin' on It's trap and shit, I sport Dad gave him football numbers, he ain't make it out of court Tell my nigga, hold his head, I wish he stayed up on that porch If I'm eating, I'm a pass my dog a plate, full course Rob Bottega and Balenciaga, my drip come straight from New York That little bitch with the BBL, look like a dancer out of lore I ain't had no CDL, I took them box up on the tour Say he want a box right now, I got TP to your door I want baby jam right now, you want a pint, it come in scope If a nigga want her boss, more I got it Fat shit be all over me, she want to fuck my pocket Niggas tryna keep up with this shit, fucking up they pride Felt a lil' gloss and ID me when she with me, she know I got it How the fuck is you a plug and you can't get a box in? Can I? You can't get a front, my nigga, you ain't locked in Whole city sayin' we the ones Fuck a top ten My Lil' nigga say he love to spin he bought every gin