Boxing lyrics

[Intro:]
Whore, send me videos. I’m thirsty for you, imma do you up in the bed

[Verse 1: 803 Mando]
Slide with the nine like my name is Rondo
Knock Knock, who’s there?
It’s Mando, he said he pulling up, but I told that boy cuando?
Shawty so fine, I’m trynna hit her from behind bro
Bad b*tch, look like Michael Jackson
I feel like Fedex, with the way I live for factions
Smoking good gas, bruh this sh*t got me relaxing
I ain’t f*cking with ya plug, that motherf*cker taxing
Baby can you twerk?
I might need a thick thot
You see my body look skinny, but my pockets Rick Ross
And I pull up with the Mac, like my name is Steve Jobs
I was fourteen, hanging out with the street mobs
Knock Knock, who’s there?

[Verse 2: 47Shawnn]
(Fourtyyy)
Never gave a f*ck about the b*tch
She was sl*tty
Time to put away the gun, and beat his ass
And leave him bloody
I’m the realest n*gga in my city, dressing like a hippie
Pockets fat as f*ck, it’s crazy cause a n*gga really skinny
Finish eating her pus*y, just like a salad
She was valid
The way I’m smoking this gas, my mama think that I’m a addict
But then I got a new Patek, I feel like Uzi on the track, now you can listen to static Elastigirl with all the back
Cause she was mine as f*ck
Give her ring like door bell
The way she ride my di*k
She should get a Nobel
But I don’t know well, and I don’t like that
And if I smack her on the ass, she throw it right back
I’m forty-seven with it
And, tell ya ex man, that I was moving better with it
And ummm, he can stand on all his money, but to me he still a midget