[Verse 1]

It's Mr. Pistol popping I don't give a fuck

I'm captain of my crew, yeah I'm Andrew Luck

I'm quarterbacking, throwing TD's

All these hoes here, showing their titties

Oh, It's a box gang leader with a snapback

All these hoes showing ass crack

And all my clothes smelling like the pack, oh

Yeah we in the present, yeah I'm feeling gifted

Now that it's unwrapped and packed, lets get lifted

Life is too short to have regret or to not forgive

Ungrateful people, that ain't how I live

Box life is the life for me, light up and relive

Sit back, sit tight and relax, uh, while I smoke this spliff

[Verse 2]

It's Mr. 93', I'm passing real OG

With my box gang lovers burning tree, oh

I'm cutting tree down like a lumberjack

I got my red flannel on and my snapback

See my vision through a window pane

You going to feel my pain through the wrath of caine

Yeah the rain is pouring, yeah my car is foreign

By summer me and my team yeah, we going to be tourin'

Explorin', pedal to the floor and

I know I be making bank because I know I ain't snorin'

Yeah I'm getting up, getting my bread

You know me I'm getting that head

Pedal to the metal, I'm on my level

Get on my level, get on my level

Lets settle

Go to sleep, sweet dreams

I'm introducing you to the box team

Sipping codeine, we are complete fiends

I'm making mother fucking bank from loose strings

[Outro]

You look into my eyes

And you're going to see what I see

Don't think you're coming around here thinking you can just come up in here

You gotta show respect

So when you showing respect (Showing respect x3)

I'll let you in