[Intro: Sheek Louch]
Lox
(L.O.X.)
It's gon' be the anthem right here
Yo

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch & (Jadakiss)]
You see my net worth
I got rich, n***a
You hear 'em hatin' on me
Fuck the bitch n***a
And your bitch too
We don't ran through
And your n***as that feel the same fuck them too
I let the weed burn
I let my yacht pull
Another 500 mil on the lox tour (HA-HA)

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
I be Supreme'd out
I rock Off-White
Not go for whole thing
That's on a off night
I know that we good
Long as I cough right
I live a boss life
I keep the Porsche white
Then go to war right
You need foresight
You need paper and artillery of all type
To reach L.O.X
You need more stripes
You ain't nice yet
You just all hype
(wassup)
[Verse 3: Styles P]
You see my net worth
They move off white
I beat g star down shoot you on site
I beat dumb high
My n***as dumb nice
But when I hear what these hundred shots drum like
(go ahead)
Let the weed burn
Let the dab rip
My n***a shoot I shoot again like it's a adlib
I don't like the way you may you head to that crib
He ain't never had no money on them bad bitch

[Verse 4: Sheek Louch]
Stop frontin' n***a and do something
You gon' have somebody close to me shoot something
Got the beam on and the clip long
I'm just sayin'
Nah, I ain't the n***a you should to swing on
I'm gettin' money n***a
That's what I'm born to do
So even if you hate on me I won't notice you
Bitch how old are you
Stop bragging about your purse and your weave and put your fuckin' kids first
[Verse 5: Jadakiss]
20 years plus
A n***a still hype
This ain't a EP
This is real lox
You had a fake trap
I had a real block
I made a lot of money
Some of it I still got
I'm on some grown shit
N***a I own shit
Too many witnesses so I don't use the chrome shit
Man to man can't you see I'm in the zone bitch
I don't wanna be bothered leave me alone bitch

[Verse 6: Styles P]
I'm on a one two
I'm about my funds too
I'm on my John Wick shit
You know that gun fu
I'm not leg day, wrong one to lunge to
I'm not the kitchen sink, wrong one to sponge to
I'm like Sun-Tzu
You're like my son too
If I pull this hammer up
Where you gon' run to
S dot P dot from L dot O dot X dot
Fuck all these rappers, give 'em a head shot