"Toy Box (Freestyle)" lyrics

(Uh)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
(Zack Feezy)
Goddamn
Yeah

I'm a one of one
It's a cold, cruel world, better bundle up
This that dope, so let me cook it 'til it bubble up
This staccato punchin', ain't no fuckin' uppercuts
I'm so with the shit, my pockets got the bubble guts
I'm still somewhere in that water like a rubber duck
I'm still a kid at heart, I make the money double dutch
Bronco Raptor parked outside look like a Tonka truck
It's okay if you don't fuck with me, I promise it's fine
These rappers hate me more than all my baby mamas combined
They comin' for me, please alert me when the moment arrives
Tryna clean two hundred sixty guns one at a time
I would bow down to no man, I don't need no more friends
'Cause I got the same team like I'm runnin' pro-am
Me and all this fuckin' money got a lovely romance
What I consider gun control is holding mine with both hands
All this paper I been stackin' fits in no rubber band
They ain't wanna help me up, now I got both upper hands
Fly my lady to Miami, let her feet touch the sand
Yeah, I brought sand to the beach and I fall asleep in her clam
Let's get rich while we at it, count the chicken and vanish
Think I'll do anything for free, we got a misunderstanding
Solo in that two-seater 'cause it can't fit all my family
I drive so fast, you think I shot the son of a bitch out a cannon
All these babies, I should probably go and get me a nanny
My six-year-old be in the kitchen tryna fix me a sammich, okay
Let's go where no man has gone before
Say you can't knock the hustle until to go door to door
Say this ain't what you want, in fact, this what you should avoid
Red dot on your top, now it look like I pressed record
Hop out with them sticks, now it look like we eatin' s'mores
And I wish a nigga would like a beaver in the forest, long live Pif

I hang with gorillas and Nashville niggas who get down and dirty, who bags is bigger (Yeah)
We hard on you niggas like a turtle shell 'cause most of you niggas is Master Splinter (Rat ass)
Keepin' that plastic on me like a lil' action figure, I blast a nigga (Pew-pew-pew-pew)
Your bae got some ass up on her, then I'm on her ass for digits and give her this pickle (Bang, bang, bang, bang)
You hear what I'm sayin', but ain't really listenin'
We be them niggas them hoes be mentionin' (Yeah)
Came a long way from cookin' and whippin'
Now we on the road way more than Michelins (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Play with them dividends, we gon' see about it (Yeah)
In the Sprinter van, we got plenty choppers
All you niggas playin' really need to stop it (Yeah)
Butterfinger niggas never caught a body (Nah)
Niggas full of cap like a New Era
On my waistline, I got two letters (Yeah)
It's an F&N if you knew better
Like a Call of Duty, it's too metal (Baow)
Hittin' whoever wanna talk shit (Baow)
Gunpowder and white chalk shit (Baow)
When it's goin' down, we don't make a sound (Yeah)
We just slide out like a shark did, on Pif

Okay, I come from the hood, but spend more time in another city (Yeah)
I'm just tryna get it 'cause my two kids want every penny (Let's go)
I don't fuck with many bitches 'cause really, that shit expensive (Nah)
No, I ain't tryna kick it if she gotta cost a ticket
I promise I been committed, but lately, been feelin' different (Let's go)
I just want some money, man, now I'm on another mission
Locked up in the studio, I just gotta be consistent
And that mean I gotta distance myself from a lot of niggas (Fuck 'em)
I be 'round a lot of hitters (Ayy), we can't just be snappin' pictures (Nah)
Thinkin' I'm rappin' until them young niggas come and get you (Bah)
When I'm in traffic, you best believe I ain't lackin'
Ayy, I got sixty on the chopper for whatever that's happenin', I swear to God

(Zack Feezy)
(Give them what they want)