Mystery Box Lyrics

[Verse]
Swan dive, down bad
Go ahead, I won't stop
Like a mime in this bitch, I won't say nun
Off a mystery box, what the f*ck up in this thing?
Said they want my image, told 'em "Go and get it framed"
Call up [?], he be shootin' like it's Canes
BBY DB Cooper, bitch I'm hoppin' out the plane
Screamin' "f*ck a traitor!", we just made him walk the plank, yeah
She be suckin' like she got a blood bank
Exotic pack from Warsaw, shipped it down to Burbank
Brain think like a nerd thing, I just like to geek-geek
Diesel gas, sheets, come and shop with me-me Tax him for the wax sheets
Tax him 'cause he tacky, flight jacket flimsy
Last of my kind, BBY Goyard you a mimsy
Sorry if I'm stingy, tryna sub out, this ain't Blimpie
Off a damn pill got me jimmied
Pull up to yo' city, which one?
The one that's windy, which one that took the drugs
That don't make me feel mini
I'm tryna get the ten milligram, Ren 'n Stimpy
Wooh, bitch you know I'm moving shifty
Blue and yellow case, yeah, those are Ken Griffey's
I might scam yo' dad, 'cause he look like Ken Griffey
Lil Shannon, you a mystery

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