Beat Boxin'

Why you lie straight to my face like you be out here slidin?
All that cap shit out y'all lips y'all boys just beat boxin
To all the ops peeping my story I hope y'all keep watchin
Check out these Red Bottoms lookin like I spilled lean on em'
To up this Drakey I need to hands call that a double fist
Do our ops like all these hoes we give out face lifts
Girl quit talking bout yo boobies them some fake tits
All in my DMs get in my face and say the same shit

You know you won't
Ain't no nuts in them jeans you just a tranny hoe
I be moving smooth when I'm in motion hit that pick and roll
You think you sipping mud, but I just sold yo ass some K roll
They like Deezy why u always on some fuck shit I'm an asshole
Man fuck the police in the Ville, they tried to run me out the city
They tried shuttin down my videos
But they ain't find them glocks and glizzies
100 deep on Nebraska, I'm already known that shit was risky
Next day front page on the newspaper
The city know that we gettin busy

But it's fuck em all they ain't stopping shit
Big four's up how we stamp this shit
Big Painesville we gon map this shit
My pain you feel it when I'm rapping bitch
I'm top ten I ain't talking nine
We ain't talking eight, we ain't talking seven
No six, five, four, three, two I'm number one that's on my Dukes

We double cup them coffee cups real ghetto shit I'm a trench baby
Kapo down there with Ralo having his way he a real fed baby
Freeband Hunter doin a five piece, when he touch down bitch goin crazy
That money shit it a never change me
But the way I get it they gotta hate me
I might come that Rollie piece
Been thinkin bout that Benz truck
Ops lookin real pussy seen em in the club they had they chains tucked
Might drop a Rake in they face knowing damn well they ain't gon get me touched
They be talking like they shoot shit
But the sky the only thing that they bust
Pussy



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Writer(s): Dylan Estep
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