Sneakerboxes (ft. Chip Gnarly / Big Sik)

Phone number, email all your information
Packs conversation just to get the confirmation
Take her to the crib lay her down like a patient
Beat it up and send her back to you
Big meevs I'm the high hot fella'
Top Gun bomb her in a 5 o clock shadow
Baby hop on I'm a be your saddle

Car got bumped take a ride on a camel
Got sneaker boxes filled up in my closet
Never so dope but I'm good with this rhyming
Got my own label don't ask me who I'm signed with
I'm in the penny nigga ask me who I'm signing
Getting racks out in sunny LA
Flipping raps like my nigga serving Jay
Put it in the pot stir it up make it shake
Bag it up put it on the streets, nigga let's get paid

Sneakers boxes filled up to the top
With notes just being broke just wasn't an option
I get paid, homie I get paid
Fuck what y'all talking 'bout
Fuck is y'all talking about
Night time the beamer filled like a spaceship
First thing your bitch need is a facelift
Homie copy my triple beam why she weight lift
Might've cost 'em a couple beans but it's case lift

Hey on five been laying on the yack
That's how players move by the time I'm destined off my drink
I can make the news 20 niggas out here in the way man I ain't attuned
Thirsty for the shine got me tryin' to be amazing too
Told you to the game I'm glued I'm posted with my 10 4
That choke up in your chest know you ain't smoking on pretendo
Bumping indoor we 'bout the glory sneakers mine's a salvatore
Fresh before the rap shit don't you dare go get no status for it

You mean I'm probably in the wood
Stuck up in the booth now let me on 'em
Name a nigga like me pimpin' hoes with the semi auto
Take the penny road broke I can't affiliate
You broke go try to mainstream I'm Lil Wayne affiliate
My step fresh my rich froze hit your bitch like 10 4
Her friends say I'm like this say
My eyes low my 10 shades

Word around she can't get my icy heart she Kim Kard
White flow she Kim Kard get it watch me blow hard
I swim to it 10 hoes go deep when a bitch in my ten hoes
Got twelve bars got hundreds on me
That's a dope flow I tell honey on me
Don't trick though it's your bitch though
I knock her down this tempo
She go excelo no limbo

But the bitch start shaking in my limbo no door
No words see that I flow oh that all hoe
We fuck around I get so cold
I take this goal in this little door
No mercy, ain't notice
I'm in the ginny with your lotus
And she on it straight up
Took your miss, then I gotta pay 'em

Sneakers boxes filled up to the top
With notes just being broke just wasn't an option
I get paid, homie I get paid
Fuck what y'all talking 'bout
Fuck is y'all talking about