Informazioni sulla canzone In questa pagina puoi trovare il testo della canzone Out Da Box, artista - Ola Runt. Data di rilascio: 29.04.2021
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Out Da Box |
| Trappin' out grandma’s with grams |
| EBT, got a bitch with the stamps |
| I flew to Cali and found me a plug |
| Like LeBron, I went MIA |
| Shoot like UFC, they hit his face |
| Ola, he came up out that 6 and he got hits like Drake |
| I’m on stage, but I ain’t graduate |
| Never had no curfew, I just come in late |
| No competition, but I’m in first place |
| If she really like me, let me hit first date |
| These niggas envy, wanna switch my plates |
| They rats, gon' put 'em in their maze |
| I know I’m blessed because I didn’t get grazed |
| Gotta have precision like a cowboy |
| And these niggas envy me like Calboy |
| 'Fore I had kids, you were my child, boy |
| Coulda went to college, but I chose to be a wild boy |
| Cold heart, but I’m a hot boy |
| Valet parking spot, boy |
| Profit, what I got, boy |
| Bag on his head, now he dead |
| Shoot out the box (Wow) |
| Hatin' nigga wanted smoke, now he in a coffin (Damn) |
| Trappin' out grandma’s with grams |
| EBT, got a bitch with the stamps |
| I flew to Cali and found me a plug |
| Like LeBron, I went MIA |
| Shoot like UFC, they hit his face |
| Ola, he came up out that 6 and he got hits like Drake |
| I’m on stage, but I ain’t graduate |
| Never had no curfew, I just come in late |
| No competition, but I’m in first place |
| I’m an all-star like Chuck Taylor |
| I fuck with Portland Blazers |
| Can’t turn down now, we made it |
| You just sip on green, get lazy |
| Just like Mitch, I bought a Mercedes |
| Face on the news, face on the cable |
| I took a bath and put on some drip |
| I took a trip with my trip |
| I take a ho from her pimp |
| Bad bitch, I bought her Yeezys like Kim |
| Step team, I got some blood on my Timbs |
| Still ain’t hit, but he bricked |
| Tried to score, he got blocked |
| Tried to run, he got dropped |
| Man down, back-to-back |
| Hands up, it’s a jack |
| Shoot out the box (Wow) |
| Hatin' nigga wanted smoke, now he in a coffin (Damn) |
| Trappin' out grandma’s with grams |
| EBT, got a bitch with the stamps |
| I flew to Cali and found me a plug |
| Like LeBron, I went MIA |
| Shoot like UFC, they hit his face |
| Ola, he came up out that 6 and he got hits like Drake |
| I’m on stage, but I ain’t graduate |
| Never had no curfew, I just come in late |
| No competition, but I’m in first place |
| Ola Runt, he the hardest out |
| It’s real 5L business |