Beat Box 2

Leggo
Damn E, this shit exclusive
Stretch gang
Face shots at the face, don’t trip on yo lace
Mafia
Bur-Bur-Burn away a carbon beam, knocked yo legs off
Tried to get away from me, had a stand off
Hit em in the spine, knock his dreads off
My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss
Thuggin' in my Reebok’s, riding with a G-SHOCK
Shh- I heard he shot, Draco make a beat box
Og made dat sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car
Out of mind, Draco make 'em beat box
In Miami with my mo’fuckin' heat out
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 sens
Oh, he the plug, riding round with four bricks
Call me Kob, twenty-four 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 thinking that’s something you needed 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, now I got her taking off her thong
I’m tryna get it on, she feeling 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 till they got my kicks on
And I’mma hit my target, I’mma up this bitch regardless
Bur-Bur-Burn away a carbon beam, knocked yo legs off
Tried to get away from me, had a stand off
Hit em in the spine, knock his dreads off
My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss
Thuggin' in my Reebok’s, riding with a G-SHOCK
Shh- I heard he shot, Draco make a beat box
Og made dat sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car
Out of mind, Draco make 'em beat box (Brr-brr)
I’m strapped up wit' the jug, one in the head already be cocked
I pop out when the beef hot, won’t see me creepin' on yo block
I work the backseat, we went three deep and got ten people shot (Brr-brr)
I hit the auto switch and made it twerk and while he dump the Glock (Brr, brr)
Got the drop on all his spot, he get robbed if he go or not
I know the taste love wock, he pulling up in exotic pop
That booster hitter tried to pull a move and that shit got him dropped
(Brr, brr-brr) 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 pulling up
And I still ain’t check the time up on my Cartier, just hold it up (Brr)
Don’t come around acting gangster, we call your bluff (Brr, brr)
Put trust in these firearm, know we dangerous (Brr)
If you catch me speeded up, bitch, give it up or I’mma buss
We shoot your shit up on the E-Way, get out the same lane as us Brr,
brr-brr (Same lane as us, big brr)
Bur-Bur-Burn away a carbon beam (Brrt), knocked yo legs off (Legs off)
Tried to get away from me (Yeah), had a stand off (Brr brr)
Hit 'em in his spine, knock his dreads off (Brr)
My woadie just caught a body, I just nicknamed him Randy Moss
Thu-Thu-Thuggin' in my Reebok’s, riding with a G-SHOCK
Shh- I heard he shot, Draco make a beat box
OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car
Had a mask, Draco make 'em beatbox