Rick Boxes

[Verse 1]

Yeah, look

Forty tucked in the Goyard belt (Hah)

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 (Facts)

Niggas never did shit 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? (Haah)

Look, I go hard, nigga, don't make me go off

Shotty in the trenchcoat, now I know how Omar felt (Hahahaha)

Niggas scurry when they see me (Uh)

You fuck niggas way over thirty and you needy (Broke)

My young boy said "give me the thirty, bruh, I need it"

If thirty niggas outside then thirty niggas bleeding (Brr)

And certainly he mean it, I was late night

All black lurking with them heathens

In my city, niggas rarely get murdered for a reason (Woo)

When I'm done with this razor, boy, surgery is needed

Like Birdie in the scene when he was cutting Flip

Who fucking with Machine, nigga?

[Chorus]

Forty thousand dollar wristwatches (Hah)

Dope money in them Rick boxes (Cap)

Play the stove get a brick popping (Whip up)

Break it all down and then zip-lock it (Haah)

Cross the mobb then we stick papi (Brr)

Homemade ski mask from a ripped stocking (Homemade ski mask)

Yeah, homemade ski mask from a ripped stocking (Cap)

[Verse 2]

You know my story, nigga

Wig shot, jaw's twisted (Uh-huh)

Bars been the stickest, but now I spit it more terrific (Cap)

Listen, I'm just doing the Lord's wishes (Hah)

Told you the boy was gifted (Woo)

Spit it so raw you can water whip it

I know them niggas that imported fishes

Sniffed it, you still live with your momma

Pussy, go wash the dishes (Haah)

I buck fifty niggas' faces, they wore the stitches (Uh-huh)

Niggas get Staples on they stomachs

And it cost them zippers (Boom boom!)

Uh, catch me on a resort with gorgeous bitches

I made a fortune, built a fortress for my foreign empress (Talk to 'em)

Hit your forehead with this four-four and lift it

Knock your head off your shoulders

Just for talking some slick shit (Cap)

If it's drama, I send them goons to your house

Leave your nigga 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 count

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 niggas out

You sneak dissing, I can't believe you choosing that route

Boy, that's that same shit we usually shoot niggas 'bout (Hahahaha)

Check my resumé, my nigga, I just had a year

That your favorite rapper hadn't had in years (Facts)

That's why they mad I'm here (Hah)

Machine

[Chorus]

Forty thousand dollar wristwatches (Hah)

Dope money in them Rick boxes (Cap)

Play the stove get a brick popping (Whip up)

Break it all down and then zip-lock it (Hah)

Cross the mobb then we stick papi (Brr)

Homemade ski mask from a ripped stocking (Homemade ski mask)

Yeah, homemade ski mask from a ripped stocking (Cap)

[Outro]

Yeah (Hahaha)

Ayo, you know what's funny

I've been telling niggas for a minute now

That shit was getting spooky for you niggas

Niggas thought I was playing though

Know I mean?

Told y'all niggas shit 'bout to get real, nigga

Heh, shit done already got real, nigga

I'm that nigga, nigga

Y'all niggas know y'all can't fuck with me, nigga

I ain't from no project, no borough, nigga (Homemade ski mask)

I'm straight from the Eastside, nigga, Buffalo, nigga

I bet niggas won't come through here

Talking crazy, nigga

I got whatever on it, haah

You niggas pussy, nigga

Straight up

Machine