Box Dot Com lyrics

[Intro]
Alabama (Enrgy made this one)
You know who started this sh*t, man
You know who started this flow, n*gga
I got n*ggas in Alabama rappin' like—

[Chorus]
YSR Gramz, sh*t, I started as a trap n*gga
But all around the world, b*tch, I'm known as a rap n*gga
b*tch cute, but she broke, tryna trap n*ggas
Every n*gga you see me with gon' zap n*ggas
Every n*gga you see me with got a gun on him
Free Driveway, I heard some n*ggas out here told on him
You would never see me hangin' with a bold n*gga
I know she only with me for my money, she a gold digger

[Verse]
sh*t talkin' takin' off, sh*t, I told n*ggas
Another rap check for 10K, I'm gettin' cold with it
If you ain't makin' money off the bag, hit the road with it
I don't give a f*ck where we at, I'm bringin' pole with us
Got this pint from my titi, I'm finna pour a four
We finna score on this one n*gga, we finna pick and roll
Tender-ass n*gga wanna kill 'cause I hit his ho
Money conversation with the label, it's just me and Mo
Yeah, b*tch, it's just me and Reece
This n*gga got a lot of jewelry on, but his sh*t cheese
n*ggas gotta thank YSR and thank Peezy
b*tch, I feel like John Cena, n*ggas can't see me
I'm a Beecher n*gga, on my mama, n*ggas can't beat us
Fly my n*ggas out and have your b*tch cook a steak for heaters
Damn, I just dropped ashes in my f*ckin' pop
You always askin' questions, lil' b*tch, is you a f*ckin' cop?
I ain't tryna hear, is you gon' let a n*gga f*ck or not?
I'ma back door them n*ggas that's tryna plot
Soon as you drop a mixtape, you gon' f*ckin' flop
Have a dyke beat your ass, I'll call up tot
You just a hatin'-ass n*gga, you is not my opp
A n*gga link in the stu' with me, he gettin' his ass boxed
Yeah, b*tch, I call that sh*t box.com
Pull up to a n*gga hood, it sound like we dropped a bomb
How is you a shooter? You hangin' with the n*gga that dropped the dime
If they ain't f*ckin' with your music, it is not your time
I'll have my n*gga slide on you, he look like Sideshow Bob
I put money over b*tches, I'm with the f*ckin' mob
The sh*t I made off of rap, I'm like, "f*ck a job"
If you throw me in the jungle, I'ma beat the odds
If we agree to put the guns down, I'll beat my opps
[Chorus]
YSR Gramz, sh*t, I started as a trap n*gga
But all around the world, b*tch, I'm known as a rap n*gga
b*tch cute, but she broke, tryna trap n*ggas
Every n*gga you see me with gon' zap n*ggas
Every n*gga you see me with got a gun on him
Free Driveway, I heard some n*ggas out here told on him
You would never see me hangin' with a bold n*gga
I know she only with me for my money, she a gold digger