Rick Boxes lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, look
Forty tucked in the Goyard belt
I dominated the game
I wrote pain that I know y'all felt
They say my verse on "The Cow" was just so heartfelt
I ain't complaining I'm explaining
That's how those cards dealt
n*ggas never did sh*t for me
So I don't owe y'all help
Why you need a verse from me?
Why y'all can't blow y'all self?
Look, I go hard n*gga don't make me go off
Shotty in the trench coat now I know how Omar felt
n*ggas scurry when they see me
You f*ck n*ggas way over thirty and you needy
My young boy said give me the thirty bruh I need it
If thirty n*ggas outside then thirty n*ggas bleeding
And certainly he mean it I was late night
All black lurking with them heathens
In my city n*ggas rarely get murdered for a reason
When I'm done with this razor boy surgery is needed
Like Birdie in the scene when he was cutting Flip
Who f*cking with Machine n*gga?

[Chorus]
Forty thousand dollar wristwatches
Dope money in them Rick Boxes
Play the stove get a brick popping
Break it all down and then zip-lock it
Cross the mobb then we stick papi
Homemade ski mask from a ripped stocking
Yea homemade ski mask from a ripped stocking
[Verse 2]
You know my story n*gga
Wig shot, jaw's twisted, bars been the sickest
But now I spit it more terrific
Listen I'm just doing the Lord's wishes
Told you the boy was gifted
Spit it so raw you can water whip it
I know them n*ggas that imported fishes
Sniffed it you still live with your momma
pus*y go wash the dishes
I buck fifty n*ggas faces they wore the stitches
n*ggas get Staples on they stomachs
And it cost them zippers
Catch me on a resort with gorgeous b*tches
I made a fortune built a fortress for my foreign empress
Hit your forehead with this four-four and lift it
Knock your head off your shoulders
Just for talking some slick sh*t
If it's drama I send them goons to your house
Leave your n*gga smoked in the living room on the couch
I turned one to two and I ain't losing an ounce
I'm Jordan in the Finals I never lose when it counts
Swisher full of jet fuel in my mouth
Thinking bout them hundred bags of sour
That I just moved in a drought whoa
My youngin dumped his tool then be out
Watched the news later see he X'd two n*ggas out
You sneak dissing I can't believe you choosing that route
Boy that's that same sh*t we usually shoot n*ggas bout
Check my resume my n*gga I just had a year
That your favorite rapper hadn't had in years
That's why they mad I'm here
Machine
[Chorus]
Forty thousand dollar wristwatches
Dope money in them Rick Boxes
Play the stove get a brick popping
Break it all down and then zip-lock it
Cross the mobb then we stick papi
Homemade ski mask from a ripped stocking
Yea homemade ski mask from a ripped stocking

[Outro]
Yeah
Ago you know what's funny
I've been telling n*ggas for a minute now
That sh*t was getting spooky for you n*ggas
n*ggas thought I was playing though
Know what I mean
Told y'all n*ggas sh*t about to get real n*gga
sh*t done already got real n*gga
I'm that n*gga n*gga
Y'all n*ggas know y'all can't f*ck with me n*gga
I ain't from no project no borough n*gga
I'm straight from the east side n*gga Buffalo n*gga
I bet n*ggas won't come through here
Talking crazy n*gga
I got whatever on it aha
You n*ggas pus*y n*gga
Straight up
Machine