Beatbox - Remix

Stop playing with OTM
Real and rare entertainment
Yeah

The opps know Ian hiding
That burner cooked em I got the Recipe
Before I make a move or even step
Them killas step for me
Lil hoe know Ima dog
I swear that pussy be my pedigree
Thuggin in my ninety threes
Everywhere I go that iron be
If it's smoke give 'em a gps
It ain't that hard to find me
They running to the net typing shit
Them boys behind the scene
Kick down the door this ain't no knock knock
We kick down the screen
Hard to sit up straight double my cup
Know I be off that lean
Thirty make his head rock
I'm gone make her legs locks
Gotta heart stopper in the clip
That lil hoe probably knock yo head off
He might be working for the feds
So I see red then pull the led out
If she gone fuck then let her fuck
Before I fuck gone drop the head down
Really what you saying now
Bitch know Ian playing now
Probably gun yo man down
I'm the man with the plan now
Niggas really act like bitches they be groupies
They be fanned out
Like my bitches chocolate
She throw that ass I do my dance now
G shit gotta thick bitch
She get dick dick told her lay it down Bitch
Four nic gotta couple tricks
He showed his colors he a damn clown
I'm too sick with this shit
I be high I can't land now
Strapped up like the taliban
We blow shit like a fan now
Gotta quick temper ion got no chill
Meic be telling me to stand down
Get active we ready to blitz
If it's smoke we never stand round
Send Queso with that stick
If a he a bitch he slap yo mans down
Know Pnut never far
He scope the scene before we land down
Bet that draco make em beatbox
Kick shit ain't no knock Knock
Taking off his top top
Screaming fuck a opp opp
They know ima rock star
Pop shit ima pop start
Dick on the stick it's rock hard
He a bitch
We pulled his hoe card
I be on that Gshit
Quick to pull that heat quick
Got these bitches feening
They say ima demon
They say ima demon
They say ima demon

OTM



Credits
Writer(s): Tamiera Mobley
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link