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The Box Lyrics
by Roddy Ricch
Lyricist: Roddy Ricch, Chase N’asty
1 views • Published on Sep 24, 2026
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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