Beat Box 2 (feat. Pooh Shiesty)

[SpotemGottem]

Let go

(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

Th-th-thugging in my Reeboks

Riding with a G-SHOCK

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 motherfucking 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 sensе

Oh, he the plug

Riding 'round with four bricks

Call me Kobе, 24 on me

Can't fuck with 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 need to know

I'm smooth and I'm cold

She know my wrist on froze

Skinny jeans on with a big bankroll

She playing my song, 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 kicking shit like Jackie Chan till 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-thugging in my Reeboks

Riding with a G-SHOCK

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

[Pooh Shiesty]

I'm strapped up with this jug, one in the head, already de-cocked

I pop out when the beef hot, won't see me creeping on your block

I work the back seat, we went three deep and got ten people shot

I hit the auto-switch and made it twerk, and while he dumped the Glock

Got the drop on all his spot, he getting robbed if he go or not

I know the taste and love Wock', he pouring up in exotic pop

That booster hitter tried to pull a move and that shit got him dropped

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

Don't come around acting gangster, we call your bluff

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

(Same lane as us)

[SpotemGottem]

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-thugging in my Reeboks

Riding with a G-SHOCK

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