Here Are the Lyrics to Roddy Ricch's 'The Box'

Grammy-nominated rapper Roddy Ricch debuted at No. 1 on the Billboard 200 this week (dated Dec. 19) with his highly anticipated debut album Please Excuse Me for Being Antisocial, and "The Box" is just one of his songs from the project to land on the Billboard Hot 100, at No. 47.

Ricch comes armed and ready with his verses despite the rather lighthearted "hee-hoo" ad-libs in the background. He "Gotta move smarter, gotta move harder" in order to acquire and protect his necessary riches.

Check out the lyrics below.

Pullin' out the coupe at the 'lot
Told 'em "F--- 12, f--- SWAT"
Bustin' all the bales out the box
I just hit a lick with the box
Had to put the stick in a box, mm
Pour up the whole da-- seal, I'ma get lazy
I got the mojo-deals, we been trappin' like the '80's
She sucked a n---a soul, got the Cash App
Told 'em wipe a n---a nose, say slatt, slatt
I won't never sell my soul, and I can back that
And I really wanna know, where you at, at?

I was out back, where the stash at
Cruise the city in a bulletproof Cadillac (skrrt)
'Cause I know these n---as after where the bag at
Gotta move smarter, gotta move harder
N---as tryna get me for my water
I live that down on my son or my daughter
I had the Draco with me, Dwayne Carter
'Lotta n---as out here playin', ain't ballin'
I done put my whole arm in the rim, Vince Carter
And know I papi get a ki' for the quarter
Shawty barely seen the double C's I bought her
Got a bi--- that's looking like Aaliyah, she a model
I got the pink slip, all my whips is key-less
Compton, I'm about to get the key to the city
Patek like the sea, forget it

Pullin' out the coupe at the 'lot
Told 'em "F--- 12, f--- SWAT"
Bustin' all the bales out the box
I just hit a lick with the box
Had to put the stick in a box, mm
Pour up the whole da-- seal, I'ma get lazy
I got the mojo-deals, we been trappin' like the '80's
She sucked a n---a soul, got the Cash App
Told 'em wipe a n---a nose, say slatt, slatt
I won't never sell my soul, and I can back that
And I really wanna know, where you at, at?

Ha-ha-ha, I been movin' 'em out
It's still up with me then, he got the blues in the pouch
Took her to the forest, put wood in her mouth
Bi--- don't wear no shoes in my house
The private, I'm flyin' in, I never wanna fly again
I take my chances in traffic
She suckin' on di-- no hands with it
I just made the Rollie plain like a landing-strip
I'm a 2020 president candidate
I done put a hunnid bands on Zimmerman sh--
I been movin' real gangsta, so that's why she pick a Crip
Shawty call me Crisco, 'cause I pop my sh--
Got it out the mud, there's nothin' you can tell me, yeah
When I had the drugs, I was street-wealthy, yeah

Pullin' out the coupe at the 'lot
Told 'em "F--- 12, f--- SWAT"
Bustin' all the bales out the box
I just hit a lick with the box
Had to put the stick in a box, mm
Pour up the whole da-- seal, I'ma get lazy
I got the mojo-deals, we been trappin' like the '80's
She sucked a n---a soul, got the Cash App
Told 'em wipe a n---a nose, say slatt, slatt
I won't never sell my soul, and I can back that
And I really wanna know, where you at, at?
 

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Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

Written by: Rodrick Moore

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