Video Pyrotechnic The Box Remix de Afflak 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Afflak - Pyrotechnic The Box Remix Lyrics

[Chorus: Henry Draw]
Please be frank with me, were you expectin’ this?
I’ve been in my bag but now I’m on the hectic shit
You get pricked with the thorns, you dyslecic chick
Me and the boys blowin’ up, pyrotechnic, bitch
I mean, honestly, I’ve been endin’ the lames
We big goats, like Lebron James
Mr. T, we got on big chains
You swim with the sharks, we flyin’ on planes

[Verse 1: Henry Draw]
No games, but still respect Kobe (Kobe)
Work so hard, I almost OD (yuh)
Feelin’ just like Pop Smoke (woo)
‘Cause I am the king of my city (yessir)
You get dumber, he get dumber, no Key Glock
In the summer, hit a hummer, get knee blocked
Don’t need a drummer or a mummer, I just need stock
You in the gutter, here the gunner, you just get socked
Listen, you’ll find that I’m too appalled and my fist has been bawled up
You worth less than pennies
Man I been put on that fauld, this whole thing is your fault
Know you tried to stall but timer 20
This shit is too toxic, can’t learn it with TR
You changed up on me like it’s Jxm or a see-saw
I got glee, shoppin’ spree
Mysterious shit, no Khaled
[Chorus: Henry Draw]
Please be frank with me, were you expectin’ this?
I’ve been in my bag but now I’m on the hectic shit
You get pricked with the thorns, you dyslecic chick
Me and the boys blowin’ up, pyrotechnic, bitch
I mean, honestly, I’ve been endin’ the lames
We big goats, like Lebron James
Mr. T, we got on big chains
You swim with the sharks, we flyin’ on planes

[Verse 2: Afflak]
Ha ha ha, call me Timmy Turner now
It’s fairly odd how these hoes treat me in my house
You want a feature? Can’t do that shit for free
These bitch tryna fly like Icarus, ho!
[?], drain the blood out the bitch
Murder this beat with my words
Then finish it off with my fists
Pandora out the box on my famine shit
Eat you pussy rappers like banana split
My rhymes aren’t sweet, they heat like my fit
Your girl screamin’ “home run” ‘cause you know I hit
She couldn’t catch my balls even with a mitt
Drinkin’ mud out the cup, I’m feelin’ real faded, yeah
Y’all tryna catch up, but y’all belated
[Chorus: Henry Draw]
Please be frank with me, were you expectin’ this?
I’ve been in my bag but now I’m on the hectic shit
You get pricked with the thorns, you dyslecic chick
Me and the boys blowin’ up, pyrotechnic, bitch
I mean, honestly, I’ve been endin’ the lames
We big goats, like Lebron James
Mr. T, we got on big chains
You swim with the sharks, we flyin’ on planes