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Beat Box 5

 

Beat Box 5


[Polo G:]
Lil' Capalot (Lil' Capalot), bitch (Bitch), haha (Haha)
On foenem, man, you know we in this bitch, ganged out
Yeah, yeah, yeah, gang, gang (Gang, gang)

FN knock his head off, fuck the jakes, we sped off
Dissing on the 'net 'bout Ed and Lil Bid got his mans chalked
We gon' take his life, bitch, that's how much dissing the dead cost
I put that lil' bag up on his wig, he got his dreads bought
Tried to run, them bullets hawked him down, we left his legs crossed
We can speak 'bout bitches or this money, don't do fed talk
Hundreds on my wrist watch, AP make her lick cock
In a mansion I bought mama, with my lil' sis' making TikToks
Lil Jo let that stick pop, smoke opps out the ziplock
We gon' leave a brick shot, chase him out his flip-flops
Catch him on the day, you play with us and get your bitch shot
See them lights and take 'em on the chase, don't do no pitstops
Too Turnt Gang, we drop the rakes, kill 'em, what my chopper say
Fuck it, let that chopper spray, caught him snoozing, shot his face
I was taught to get close on your man, don't shoot from blocks away
I call my lil' killer, "What's the plan? Let's whack an opp today"
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, bitch (Bitch)

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

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 sense
Oh, he the plug, riding 'round with four bricks
Call me Kobe, 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 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 '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
Thugging in my Reeboks, riding with a G-SHOCK
Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make 'em beat box
OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beat box

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