Beatbox (Freestyle)
Off the spot I got em' (I'm wit it, yeah)
Spin on his block like a fidget
These niggas be cappin' and say I ain't winning
But look at me now bruh, I'm counting the spinach (Guap)
Counting up digits, counting the guap
Nigga talk crazy, you might just get popped (Boom)
Knock off his dreads, knock off his top
They said I fell off but when did I stop?
Choppas' make the heat rock, shotty's make a beatbox (Bop, Bop)
FN blow his mind out, bet that boy gon' need a re-launch
Got many flows I still maintain em'
He off the leash and they can't tame him
We gon' keep stacking' this bread and paper, until we can't obtain
Cruise around your city, bump my hits
They know Caleeb, yeah he legit
Walk down or run down, he'll still catch you, man that boy might be too quick (yeah, yeah)
He ain't stable he need balance (Woah)
Ok I'm balanced, Imma walk down on that nigga while I do the beatbox challenge
Yeah like, how that boy got so much talent?
How he mad and still be smiling?
Like, how he freestyle all his songs but make it seem like someone write em'?
Nah, he can't rap like that, he ain't really good, it's just his features
Man stop cappin', I could really do this rapping stuff without em'
I'm the leader, watch me spit this stuff, you'll think I am a preacher
I switch the flow up, and I bet you didn't notice that the beat stopped (Man turn it back on)
You ain't tough, wasting time I don't even got a G-Shock
He throwing punches like he big, get out my face with all them weak shots
Hit my girl from the back you could call it a cheap shot
Watch how niggas react when I find out their weak spot
Don't wanna get me started nigga,
cause I'll mess around, make your street hot
They gon' assume I got a cheat code
This ain't a game so there ain't no restarts
Pull up with hunnids and we flexing, don't need no muscle to break your teeth off
Yeah, counting O's daily (Ha)
Sound like a beatbox
Off the spot I got em' (I'm wit it, yeah)
Spin on his block like a fidget
These niggas be cappin' and say I ain't winning
But look at me now bruh, I'm counting the spinach (Guap)
Counting up digits, counting the guap
Nigga talk crazy, you might just get popped
Knock off his dreads, knock off his top
They said I fell off but when did I stop?
Choppas' make the heat rock, shotty's make a beatbox (Bop, Bop)
FN blow his mind out, bet that boy gon' need a re-launch
Got many flows I still maintain em'
He off the leash and they can't tame him
Spin on his block like a fidget
These niggas be cappin' and say I ain't winning
But look at me now bruh, I'm counting the spinach (Guap)
Counting up digits, counting the guap
Nigga talk crazy, you might just get popped (Boom)
Knock off his dreads, knock off his top
They said I fell off but when did I stop?
Choppas' make the heat rock, shotty's make a beatbox (Bop, Bop)
FN blow his mind out, bet that boy gon' need a re-launch
Got many flows I still maintain em'
He off the leash and they can't tame him
We gon' keep stacking' this bread and paper, until we can't obtain
Cruise around your city, bump my hits
They know Caleeb, yeah he legit
Walk down or run down, he'll still catch you, man that boy might be too quick (yeah, yeah)
He ain't stable he need balance (Woah)
Ok I'm balanced, Imma walk down on that nigga while I do the beatbox challenge
Yeah like, how that boy got so much talent?
How he mad and still be smiling?
Like, how he freestyle all his songs but make it seem like someone write em'?
Nah, he can't rap like that, he ain't really good, it's just his features
Man stop cappin', I could really do this rapping stuff without em'
I'm the leader, watch me spit this stuff, you'll think I am a preacher
I switch the flow up, and I bet you didn't notice that the beat stopped (Man turn it back on)
You ain't tough, wasting time I don't even got a G-Shock
He throwing punches like he big, get out my face with all them weak shots
Hit my girl from the back you could call it a cheap shot
Watch how niggas react when I find out their weak spot
Don't wanna get me started nigga,
cause I'll mess around, make your street hot
They gon' assume I got a cheat code
This ain't a game so there ain't no restarts
Pull up with hunnids and we flexing, don't need no muscle to break your teeth off
Yeah, counting O's daily (Ha)
Sound like a beatbox
Off the spot I got em' (I'm wit it, yeah)
Spin on his block like a fidget
These niggas be cappin' and say I ain't winning
But look at me now bruh, I'm counting the spinach (Guap)
Counting up digits, counting the guap
Nigga talk crazy, you might just get popped
Knock off his dreads, knock off his top
They said I fell off but when did I stop?
Choppas' make the heat rock, shotty's make a beatbox (Bop, Bop)
FN blow his mind out, bet that boy gon' need a re-launch
Got many flows I still maintain em'
He off the leash and they can't tame him
Credits
Writer(s): Caleb Marzette
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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