Mulatto - Beat Box (Big Latto Mix) lyrics

[Intro: Mulato] Yeah, yeah, this sh*t exclusive Big Latto [Verse 1: Mulato] I told ya I'm that b*tch from the South, I knock a ni**a socks off I'm outside swinging sticks, I ain't talkin' top golf I been killin' features, I'm on everythin' like hot sauce So don't act like I ain't been that b*tch since I popped off Big chains hang around me, loitering, wifey bring, them pointers in (Ice) Show 'em, the end of the road, I ain't into turnin' boys to men Walk through, there's forty bands, red bottoms like Toya man (Yeah) Who cut a ni**a off quicker than me? sh*t, not even Lori can (On God) Who she think she is? She don't win big, so well, b*tch, I did (I did) b*tches ain't on sh*t but dick, I'm pullin' triggers, not no wigs (Yeah) Latto that, Latto this (Ha), tryna figure out my biz (Yeah) Tell the blogs when they speak on Latto, don't forget the Big Higher than them tree tops (Yeah), b*tch thinkin' she hot (What?) AP scally bust down (Ice), long way from them G-Shocks Your fave is a freak thot (On God), no walls, sheet rocks Told you he don't eat, but to this pussy he gon' beatbox Ha, on God This sh*t just too motherfu*kin' easy Big Latto, big money, big Balenciaga, big been takin' everything motherfu*kin' big I'm the biggest, ha [Chorus: 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 Thuggin' in my Reeboks, ridin' 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 [Verse 2: SpotEmGottem] In Miami with my motherfu*kin' heat out With another ni**a b*tch, said she got her feet out I walked in the party, I'm on my big goon sh*t Ready to get it started, b*tch, I got no sense Oh, he the plug, ridin' 'round with four bricks Call me Kobe, twenty-four on me Can't fu*k wit' her no more, that lil' b*tch, 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 playin' my song, I got her takin' 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' sh*t like Jackie Chan 'til they got my kicks on I aim, I hit my target, I'ma up this b*tch regardless [Chorus: 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— Thuggin' 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