Swifta Beater - Box On My Head lyrics

[Produced by Swifta Beater] [Intro] Swifta Production Ahh ha ahh ha ahh ah-ha... Didn't have money on my head Didn't have money on my head so I didn't get shot Guys tried it with me, I don't know why 'Til I start clapping off caps and blocks at your house Kicking off doors and locks Make man swallow their Coco rocks Better know that's not me It's an act-up, can't take me for a fiend Can't take me for a fiend Can't take me for a fiend, I'm not snorting lines Don't know why they thought I was him 'Til i start throwing them punches blind at your mouth Throwing them left and rights Make man take off their Jordan flys We could do guns and mash in a box, make a man see bare lights Thought you was bait, thought you was bait Looking at me, never thought I was bait That guy there had a grudge with man My man truly thought he was bait Don't wanna see him in the street Look at his face in two weeks, you'll see that he's bait Nuff of these boys out here, they ain't bad Bait things up, then they're going on bait Didn't have food on my plate Didn't have food on my plate till the year '09 Guy tried it with me, I don't know them 'Til I do a James Bond suit and tie at your house Gadgets, proximity mines, make man tiss off the curtain blinds Better know that's all bait, it's an act-up Get your house pumped and straight He's got a wife and son He's got a wife and son but he's going on nuff Don't know why he thought he got bait Don't wanna hear no huffs or puffs at your house Don't wanna see cops and cuffs Make man hand over rocks and stuff Better know that's all cas(ual), it's an act-up, get your face stamped out rags If I punch man in the face If I punch man in the face everything goes black Guy tried it with me, I don't know why Gla**es, phone, everything goes back to your house Swinging them poles and bats Make man clap off the dogs and cats Better just watch these bats, it's an act-up, get your whole house shambised Don't give a damn Don't give a damn, you can see it in my face, I don't give a damn Dat guy didn't want us to palms his man I'll bend back all of his hand Guys wanna hang out on the street Hear fake stories and believe it, I don't understand 2014, you can see I'm alive Sabotage man for spoiling my plans Had to eat bread and crumbs Had to eat bread and crumbs and it just weren't fair Down at the bottom and I don't know why Tips, I'm clearing, desks and chairs Next hype, kick man down twenty-one stairs Make man run out the house with flairs Better know that's all dead, it's an act-up, if man try and call feds Thought I was him, thought I was him Looked quite similar, thought I was him That guy there had a box like man Them man truly thought I was him Girls wanna go out to a rave Take a picture and get lied to, thought I was him None of these operations that I had Held me back but you thought I was him Didn't have a box on my head Didn't have a box on my head 'til the year 06 Guys tried it with me I don't know why 'Til I start dishing out chops and kicks in your house Throwing them rocks and bricks Make man take off their socks and kicks Better know that's not me It's an act up, get jaw boxed off clean