Beatbox Freestyle (feat. SpotemGottem)

So much water on my neck, it's like I'm detoxing

Two drums and two sticks I'm beat-boxing

I wish he would, we gon' treat top him

I just blew 150 out the safe, I had to restock it (damn, damn)

Fuck a Grammy, I got the streets watching (streets watching)

And for my bro I wear that red until I'm dead

I know that he watching (R.I.P.)

Left my ex bitch cause she toxic (goddamn)

Got this new bitch, now we toxic, can't cap, I been toxic (damn)

Told 'em pussy niggas keep watching (hm, hm)

Always got the 40 on me with the beam, and plus, I keep options

Ready to get it started, VV's on my chest

Now I'm cold-hearted, diamonds go retarded

Living in big houses from apartments, bitch I made it out

My money and my loyalty, two things I'll never play about

My oppositions tryna take me out (okay)

And I'm fucked up in the head and they gon' make me bring my brazy out

Fuck what you thought, ain't shit to think about (no, no)

A twenty pack could get him whacked, turn my head up

Fuck it, lay him out

We gon' ball regardless, twenty bottles in my section, look like alcoholics

Free my blooder, murder gang, I hope you beat them charges (gang)

I be on that private plane, champagne when we departed, OG I'm the God

So much body on this bitch can't even park it

I don't never rep my jewelry, if I were bitch I bought it

That's cause I could afford it

I've been fucking up these rap beats so long, it's getting boring now

They like: M.A how you been? Can't even call it

I just handle business, mind my business, feet up in my office

Prolly counting racks out, my stacks look like math books

The money turn me on, it's just some about how that cash look

Bad bitch she need her ass whopped (need her ass whopped)

She a pretty lil dicky, but ay lil mama, how that bag look?

You look good but if you're broke then, that's a bad look

Turn around, let me get that last a look

Get out of here

Fuck outta here