You’re not a size six
They gettin chips, they flippin bricks
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox
Hard as rocks locked in a fox box
Like i'm only serving 20 rocks
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box
Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops
But im not fucking around, im giving the beat a pound
And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground
Can't see his son shine like the four tops
So i can rip out your voice box,
We all here, from the dealers to the kids
Rappers in my trunk i packed in six
Coolest thing to come out the ice box
And when this beat drops, your heart stops
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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