SpotEmGottem - Beat Box 14 lyrics

{Intro} {Polo G} Lil' Capalot (Lil' Capalot), b*tch (b*tch), haha (Haha) (Damn E, this sh*t exclusive) On foenem, man, you know we in this b*tch, ganged out Yeah, yeah, yeah, gang, gang (Gang, gang) {Verse} FN knock his head off, fu*k the jakes, we sped off Dissin' on the 'net 'bout Ed and Lil Bid got his mans chalked We gon' take his life, b*tch, that's how much dissin' 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 b*tches or this money, don't do fed talk Hundreds on my wrist watch, AP make her lick co*k In a mansion I bought mama, with my lil' sis' makin' 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 b*tch 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 fu*k it, let that chopper spray, caught him snoozin', 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, b*tch (b*tch) {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