Lil Gnar ft. D. Savage - Shoebox Money Lyrics

Hahaha
(Ayy, Kontrol, gloss it up)
I got shoebox money, yeah
I got shoebox money
I'm havin' real crash dummies

Yeah, shit was lookin' dark for a lil' minute
Gotta play it raw, anyway to get it
Gotta pray hard 'cause a nigga sinnin' (yeah)
Too much guap, bust my britches
Hoppin' out McClaren (skrrt), drive it like a missile
Oh my God, nigga really did it (oh my God)
A lot of these niggas be actin' like bitches
A lot of these girls way more than you real (you real)
Your ho a thotty, ain't havin' no morals
She chew on the dick for some Jimmy Choo (yeah)
Please do not play with me, lil' boy
I hit the bank, pull out knots and embarrass you (nah)
I let that cash talk for me (cash talk)
I'm havin' shoebox money (shoe box)
I got them masked-up youngin's
I'm havin' real crash dummies

Knock out a nigga like Mike Tyson
I done ran up ten million on narcotics
Diamonds be hittin' too hard and I'm smokin' on spinnies like my name was Popeye (Popeye)
I met the plug out of Mexico, we made it daily, start doin' the cha-cha (cha-cha)
Play with my money, we find you and cut your ass up and put you in the pot-pot (Digg)
Go and get a lil' shawty and boss her up (boss her)
I done put the Forgi's on the Rollie truck (Rollie)
I be smokin' dirty rockin' VETEMENTS
Take out the bumper, put pens in the headlights
I am too poppin', can't stop at a red light
Kill any nigga like lil' Charlie Manson
I hit a lick and I start feelin' antsy
Bands will touch down and a nigga start dancin'
Once you get some money, you see it ain't nothin' to get a bad bitch
That's the girly of your dreams? To me, she lookin' average (huh)
Startin' to feel like it's nobody hot as us (hot as us)
I done elevated off the MARTA bus (MARTA bus)
Dodgin' horses, your engine ain't raw enough (ayy Kontrol, gloss it up)

Yeah, shit was lookin' dark for a lil' minute
Gotta play it raw, anyway to get it
Gotta pray hard 'cause a nigga sinnin' (yeah)
Too much guap, bust my bitches
Hoppin' out McClaren (skrrt), drive it like a missile
Oh my God, nigga really did it (oh my God)
A lot of these niggas be actin' like bitches
A lot of these girls way more than you real (you real)
Your ho a thotty, ain't havin' no morals
She chew on the dick for some Jimmy Choo (what)
Please do not play with me, lil' boy (boy)
I hit the bank, pull out knots and embarrass you (nah)
I let that cash talk for me (cash talk)
I'm havin' shoebox money (shoe box)
I got them masked-up youngin's
I'm havin' real crash dummies

Uh, I'm havin' shoebox money
Try to run up the kid, you a dummy, ayy
I got the coupe out runnin'
Pull up and shut up, you know how we bummin'
Shells on top of shells, they know how I'm rockin'
In the cut, I take off like a rocket (yeah)
You need a plug? I'm the socket
One drop, one shot, shoot at his noggin' (phew)
Prayin' I don't go to hell (phew)
They prayin', they want me to fail (yeah)
I'm in the trap with the scale (yeah)
Try to run up and we sendin' off shells (sendin' off shells)
Sendin' out packs through the mail
I'm still gettin' money from dead or in jail
Granny like, "What's that smell?"
Smokin' on dope, that's the thin' I inhale (I inhale, yeah)
I play with that money, ayy, I play with it often
Don't play with me, nigga, go play with your bitch
I leave niggas in coffins
Keep playin' with demons, get thrown in the ditch
I'm shootin' my target
Play with Lil' Gnar and I'm uppin' the stick
Off of my hip and I start gettin'

Yeah, shit was lookin' dark for a lil' minute (yeah)
Gotta play it raw, anyway to get it (yeah)
Gotta pray hard 'cause a nigga sinnin'
Too much guap, bust my britches
Hoppin' out McClaren (skrrt), drive it like a missile
Oh my God, nigga really did it (oh my God)
A lot of these niggas be actin' like bitches
A lot of these girls way more than you real (ayy Kontrol, gloss it up)
Your ho a thotty, ain't havin' no morals
She chew on the dick for some Jimmy Choo (what?)
Please do not play with me, lil' boy
I hit the bank, pull out knots and embarrass you (nwhat?)
I let that cash talk for me (cash talk)
I'm havin' shoebox money (shoe box)
I got them masked-up youngin's
I'm havin' real crash dummies