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The Box Lyrics

by Roddy Ricch

Lyricist: Roddy Ricch, Chase N’asty

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The Box Lyrics

Pullin' out the coupe at the lot Told 'em fuck 12, fuck SWAT Bustin' all the bales out the box I just hit a lick with the box Had to put the stick in a box, mmh Pour up the whole damn seal, I'ma get lazy I got the mojo deals, we been trappin' like the '80s She sucked a nigga soul, got the Cash App Told 'em wipe a nigga nose, say slatt, slatt I won't never sell my soul, and I can back that And I really wanna know when you wet wet I was out back where the stash at Cruise the city in a bulletproof Cadillac (Skrrt) 'Cause I know these niggas after where the bag at (Yeah) Gotta move smarter, gotta move harder Nigga try to get me for my water I'll lay his ass down, on my son, on my daughter I had the Draco with me, Dwayne Carter Lotta niggas out here playin' ain't ballin' I done put my whole arm in the rim, Vince Carter (Yeah) And I know probably get a key for the quarter Shawty barely seen in double C's, I bought 'em Got a bitch that's looking like Aaliyah, she a model I got the pink slip, all my whips is key-less Compton, I'm about to get the key to the city Patek like the sea, forget it Pullin' out the coupe at the lot Told 'em fuck 12, fuck SWAT Bustin' all the bales out the box I just hit a lick with the box Had to put the stick in a box, mmh Pour up the whole damn seal, I'ma get lazy I got the mojo deals, we been trappin' like the '80s She sucked a nigga soul, got the Cash App Told 'em wipe a nigga nose, say slatt, slatt I won't never sell my soul, and I can back that And I really wanna know when you wet wet, hah Hahaha, I been movin' 'em out It's still up with me then, he got the blues in the pouch (Yeah) Took her to the forest, put the wood in her mouth Bitch don't wear no shoes in my house The private I'm flyin' in, I never wan' fly again I'll take my chances in traffic (Yeah) She suckin' on dick, no hands with it I just made the Rollie plain like a landing strip I'm a 2020 president candidate I done put a hundred bands on Zimmerman, shit I been movin' real gangster, so that's why she picked a Crip Shawty call me Crisco 'cause I pop my shit Got it out the mud, there's nothin' you can tell me, yeah When I had the drugs, I was street wealthy, yeah Pullin' out the coupe at the lot Told 'em fuck 12, fuck SWAT Bustin' all the bales out the box I just hit a lick with the box Had to put the stick in a box, mmh Pour up the whole damn seal, I'ma get lazy I got the mojo deals, we been trappin' like the '80s She sucked a nigga soul, got the Cash App Told 'em wipe a nigga nose, say slatt, slatt I won't never sell my soul, and I can back that And I really wanna know when you wet wet

Meaning of The Box

“The Box” by Roddy Ricch is a chaotic and unsettling portrait of excess, violence, and a deeply cynical worldview, wrapped in a hazy, trap-influenced soundscape. The central metaphor – the “box” – represents both the literal containers for drugs and the metaphorical confines of his dangerous lifestyle. Initially presented as a boastful recounting of successful drug dealing operations—“bustin’ all the bales out the box,” “hit a lick with the box”—the song quickly descends into a disturbing stream of consciousness, revealing a character consumed by paranoia, entitlement, and brutality. Ricch doesn't offer redemption or introspection; instead, he revels in his criminal activity, detailing acts of violence – from threats to physical harm (“lay his ass down”) to unsettling fantasies involving sexual assault ("she suckin’ on dick"). The lyrics are peppered with references to wealth, status symbols (Cadillac, Patek), and a detached fascination with celebrity culture (“2020 president candidate”), further illustrating a lack of genuine connection or moral compass. The emotional core isn't about triumph but rather a simmering anxiety and a desperate need for validation – evidenced by the obsessive questioning of loyalty ("And I really wanna know when you wet wet") and his insistence on not selling out (“I won’t never sell my soul”). The jarring shifts in tone, from casual boasts to graphic descriptions, create a sense of unease. Ultimately, “The Box” isn't simply about drug dealing; it’s an exploration of the dark side of ambition, the corrupting influence of wealth, and Roddy Ricch’s chillingly detached perspective on a life defined by violence and fleeting pleasures – a bleak commentary delivered with unsettling nonchalance.

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