Sneakerboxes

Phone Number, email, all your information

Jacks conversation just to get the confirmation

Take her to the crib,

Lay her down like a pateint

Beat it up and send it back to you

Big mibbs I’m the hot, hot fello

Top gun bomberin and a 5 clock shadow

Baby hop on, I’ma be your saddle

Car got bumbed take a ride on a camel

Sneaker boxes, filled up in my closet

Never sold dope, but I’m real good with this rhymin (rhymin)

Got me own label, don’t ask me who I’m see with

I’m independent nigga, ask me who I’m signing?

It gettin racks out in sunny L.A.

Flippin racks like my nigga servin yay

Put it in the pot, stir it up

Make it shape, bag it up,

Put it on the streets,

Nigga lets get paid (eh)

Sneakerboxes filled up to the top

When notes of just being broke just wasn’t an option.

I get paid, homie I get paid

Fuck what ya’ll talkin bout,

Fuck is ya’ll talkin bout?

Night time the bemmer filled like a spaceship

First thing your bitch needs is a face lift

Homie copped him a triple beem watching weightlift

Might have cost him a couple beans

But it's caselift

5 in the morning off the yack

That's how playas move

By the time I'm dusting off my drink

I can make the news

Corny niggas out here in the way

Man I aint enthuised

Thirsty for the shine, got me trying

I told you to the game I’m glued

I’m posted with my tenfoe

That choke up in your chest

No you aint smokin on pretendo

Bump in Div though

We bout the glory

Sneaker minds are salvatory

Fresh before the rap shit

Don’t you dare go get no stylist for me

Now look,

Me I’m probably in the woods

Stuck in a boot, now lemme out

Name a nigger like me

Whoopiin hoes with the semi out

These niggas take the panty route

Broke, I can't affiliate,

You broke you try go main stream

I’m lil Wayne, a milli

My step right, my wrist froze

Hit your bitch like ten-four

Compendre? I’m like sensei

With my eyes low and my tint shades

Word around she been gay, she icey I

She Kim Kar, can't wait for those, she Kim Kar

Get it? watch me bowl gaurd

I'm swim through it, tear oh

Go deep on a bitch in my ten toes

Got 12 bars and 1002s on me

That’s a dope flow

I tell her owe me, that's don't trick though

Before I knock it down, it's simple

She go extra low, (no limbo)

That bimbo start sneaky freaky in my limo (no doubt)

No words either, that flow old, that hoe old

You fuckin right, I get so cold

I take this gold and his lil dough, no mercy

They notice, I’m in the ghini with you lotus

And she on it, straight up

I took your miss and I got paid homie.