MUSIC FOR SALE

[Intro] –
Shipping Krushel Records… Dream Icy Entertainment… Presto.
Nick (fire)’… Rob Sky High… Teezy what up? Yeah…]
[Hook] –
Tell ‘em the get box, not the mini pack (uh-uh)
Box on deck on the block with 50 stacks (facts)
She know what I like — straight box,(Chevy)
no lack
Diamond bling, when I twist, it’s Za (crucial!)
He said he rollin’… but he not (he cappin’)
Ain’t no showin’ out if he can’t box
Slide with a chop, not a prop
If I pull this Glock, better clear the block (BRRRR)
[Verse 1] –
I don’t need no crew, I’m solo thuggin’
Pain in my soul, but this iron still bussin’
He talk wild — we pull up, no discussion
Told bro chill, he still pressed the button
Westside lurkin’ with a hoodie in July
Ain’t no cap in my rap — that boy won’t slide
I remember cold nights, can’t afford no bills
Now I run through packs and dress to kill
She ask me why my heart so froze
I told her, where I’m from — that’s just how it goes”
Still ridin’ dirty, but I’m clean in clothes
Cuttin’ up traffic while I text these hoes
[Hook] –
Tell ‘em get the box, not the mini pack (nah!)
Box on deck on the block with 50 stacks (uh-huh) (Bands)
She know what I like — straight box, (Chevy)
no lack
Diamond bling, when I twist, it’s Za (crucial!)
He said he rollin’… but he not (no he not)
Ain’t no showin’ out if he can’t box (squabble)
Slide with a chop, not a prop
If I pull this glock, better clear the block (brrrah!)
[Verse 2] –
She call me “Big Ice,” I don’t melt in heat
She left yo lil’ broke ass, now she under my sheets
Told her bring the box and the pack, need da heat
Hit the block — spin again, repeat
Dream Icy the brand, this the hustle life
Push weight on the coast, then I board the flight
Talk tough on the net, but in person, da pussy polite
I might bless his block — no prayer, just insight
I got hella of game, and they play me loud
Turn my opps into a damn cloud
I don’t beef with lames, I just run up amounts
Stack on stack, machine — no count!
[Bridge] –
Ain’t no warnings, ain’t no pass
I run up cash, I don’t run fast
She ride clean with a gucci bag
And I don’t trip, I just stack and laugh
Got a chop in the trunk, scale by the mask
Box no hearse, with the seal intact
This ain’t rap, it’s pressure in fact
Every bar I spit, flipp to racks
[Final Hook]–
Tell ‘em get the box, not the mini pack (GET THE BOX!)
Box on deck on the block wit 50 stacks
(STACK THAT!)
She know what I like — straight box, (Chevy)
no lack (Caprice)
Diamond bling, when I twist, it’s Za (crucial!)
He said he rollin’… but he not (HE CAP!)
Ain’t no showin’ out if he can’t box
Slide with a chop, not a prop
If I pull this Glock, better clear the block (brrrah! bow!)
Shipping Krushel for ever