SpotEmGottem - Beat Box 13 lyrics

{intro} fu*k it i'm goin' straight that {young m.a. verse} So much water on my neck, it's like i'm detoxin Two drums and two sticks i'm beat boxin (grr, hey) I wish he would, we gon' treat top him I just blew out 50 out the safe i had to restock fu*k a grammy i got the street watching And for my bro i wear that red until i'm dead I know that he watching Left my ex b*tch cause she toxic Got this new b*tch now we toxic Can't cap, i'll be toxic Told 'em pussy ni**as keep watching 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, b*tch i made it out My money and my loyalty, two things i’ll nеver play about My opposition tryna take me out And i'm fu*kеd up in the head And they gon make me bring my brazy out fu*k what you thought, ain't sh*t to think about Twenty pack get 'em wacked Tell my hitter "fu*k it, lay em out" We gon' ball regardless, twenty bottles in my section Look like alcoholics, free my blood murder gang I hope you beat them charges, i be on that private plane Champagne when we departed, og and {?} So much body on this b*tch can't even {?} Ion never rep my jewerly and if i were b*tch i bought it (faxx) That's cause i could afford it I've been fu*king up these rap beefs, so long is getting boring They like "m.a. how you been?" can't even call I just handle business, mama been {?} Prolly counting racks out, my stacks look like mackbooks Them money turn me on, it's just some how that cash look Bad b*tch she need her ass whopped She a pretty lil dicky, ay but how that bag look You look good but if you're broke then that's a bad look Turn around let me get that lash a look Get out of here fu*k outta here {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