Beat Box 2 (feat. Pooh Shiesty)

Leggo
(Damn E, this shit exclusive) Stretch gang
Face shots to the face, don't trip on yo' lace
Mafia

Bur-bur-burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
Tried to get away from me, had a standoff
Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss

Thuggin' in my Reeboks, ridin' with a G-SHOCK (ridin' with a Glizzy)
Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make 'em beatbox
OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beatbox

In Miami with my motherfuckin' heat out
With another nigga bitch, said she got her feet out
I walked in the party, I'm on my big goon shit
Ready to get it started, bitch, I got no sense

Oh, he the plug, ridin' 'round with four bricks
Call me Kobe, 24 on me
Can't fuck wit' her no more, that lil' bitch, she do the most
I get my groove on every time I see them folks
I got the antidote, I'm thinkin' that's somethin' you need to know
I'm smooth, and I'm cold, she know my wrist on froze

Skinny jeans on with a big bankroll
She playin' my song, I got her takin' off her thong
I'm tryna get it on, she feelin' all over my Peter bone
Two rights don't make a wrong, it just go on and on
I'm kickin' shit like Jackie Chan 'til they got my kicks on
I aim, I hit my target, I'ma up this bitch regardless

Bur-bur-burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
Tried to get away from me, had a standoff
Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss

Th-th-thuggin' in my Reeboks, ridin' with a G-SHOCK (ridin' with a Glizzy)
Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make 'em beatbox
OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beatbox (blrrrd-blrrrd)

I'm strapped up wit' this jug, one in the head, already de-cocked (it's de-cocked)
I pop out when the beef hot, won't see me creepin' on your block (nope, nope)
I work the back seat, we went three deep, and got ten people shot (blrrrd, blrrrd)
I hit the auto-switch and made it twerk, and while he dumped the Glock (blrrrd, blrrrd)

Got the drop on all his spot, he gettin' robbed if he go or not
I know the taste and love Wock', he pourin' up in exotic pop
That booster hitter tried to pull a move and that shit got him dropped
Blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd, you pussies know what's up
Turn a nigga to a pack, we break 'em down and roll 'em up
Ain't shit changed but the whip, now it's a Rolls truck when I'm pullin' up
And I still ain't check the time up on my Cartier, just hold it up (blrrrd)

Don't come around actin' gangster, we call your bluff (blrrrd-blrrrd)
Put trust in these firearms, know we dangerous
If you catch me speed up, bitch, give it up or I'ma buss
We shoot your shit up on the E-Way, get out the same lane as us
Blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd (same lane as us), big blrrrd

Bur-bur-burn away a carbon beam (blrrrd), knock your legs off (legs off)
Tried to get away from me (yeah), had a standoff (blrrrd-blrrrd)
Hit 'em in his spine, knock his dreads off (blrrrd)
My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss

Th-th-thuggin' in my Reeboks, riding with a G-SHOCK
Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make 'em beatbox
OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beatbox



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Nehemiah Lamar Harden, Elisner Joseph, Ijah Jiru Cheatham Stoute
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