Daddy Lank, Gilly, Lil Cj - The Box Lyrics

Lank
First class I'm the first on the plane
Flight attendants all know my name
Not a child, this not a playground
Don't know why you still think that I'm playing
Wanna know why she with me now
Probably because your'e so boring and plain
You way too boxed in I only think from outside
Don't know where to begin
I'm just trying to live my life
Benz with the tint you can't even see me drive
B.B. belt 500, but my pants on low tide

You thinking inside the box
Whole time I've been chilling outside of it
Red bone she from the Bronx
She bad I think she know Spider Man
I call her a pizza box, shit greasy whenever I'm sliding in
King size bed way too empty
I told her invite a friend

I didn't mean to hurt you
I guess time met a curfew
What I'm doing now doesn't concern you
If you were money I wouldn't earn you
Just want an AMG and a Lambo key
Gave good head because she got a degree
She want it again on DVD
She keep on asking for the p p p
Make threes but don't call me Stephen
Look straight never second guessing
Things better with no more stressing
Ask myself if there's even heaven
Date a supermodel names not Devin
Don't worry I'm still religious
Ate my cum she said delicious
Call her Betty White she so ambitious

You thinking inside the box
Whole time I've been chilling outside of it
Red bone she from the Bronx
She bad I think she know Spider Man
I call her a pizza box, shit greasy whenever I'm sliding in
King size bed way too empty
I told her invite a friend

Double cup lean sipping what I got to do to stay tripping
Feelings got my head spinning
Rely on what you got appreciate time
You only get chances in this lifetime
Yolo Yolo Yolo never turn on that motto
Things come and go as they please
Got these bitches on their knees
Got me thinking back to things I put at ease
Remember when you could smell that ocean breeze
Days where conversations never lack
Now all we talking about is getting vaxxed
Been years since the norm
Look at this world and how it's transformed
Gotta blast gotta date with Marry Jane

You thinking inside the box
Whole time I've been chilling outside of it
Red bone she from the Bronx
She bad I think she know Spider Man
I call her a pizza box, shit greasy whenever I'm sliding in
King size bed way too empty
I told her invite a friend