Lyrics Beat Box 2 (feat. Pooh Shiesty) - SpotemGottem , Pooh Shiesty
Leggo
(Damn
E,
this
shit
exclusive)
Stretch
Gang
Face
shots
to
the
face,
don′t
trip
on
yo'
lace
Mafia
Bur-bur-burn
away
a
carbon
beam,
knocked
yo
legs
off
Tried
to
get
away
from
me,
had
a
stand
off
Hit
′em
in
the
spine,
knock
his
dreads
off
My
woadie
just
caught
a
body
I
nicknamed
him
Randy
Moss
Thuggin'
in
my
Reebok's,
ridin′
with
a
G-SHOCK
Shh-,
I
heard
he
shot
Dracos
make
a
beat
box
OG
made
dat
sharp
turn,
woadie
spot
′em,
peeled
the
car
Had
a
mask
on,
Draco
make
'em
beat
box
In
Miami
with
my
muhfuckin′
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,
ridin′
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
thinkin′
that′s
somethin'
you
needed
to
know
I′m
smooth
and
I'm
cold,
she
know
my
wrist
on
froze
Skinny
jeans
on
with
a
big
bankroll
(big
knots
on
me)
She
playin′
my
song,
now
I
got
her
takin'
off
her
thong
I′m
tryna
get
it
on,
she
feelin'
all
over
my
Peter
bone
Two
rights
don't
make
a
wrong,
it
just
go
on
and
on
I′m
kickin′
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
stand
off
Hit
'em
in
the
spine,
knock
his
dreads
off
My
woadie
just
caught
a
body
I
nicknamed
him
Randy
Moss
Th-th-thuggin′
in
my
Reeboks,
ridin'
with
a
G-SHOCK
Shh,
I
heard
he
shot
Dracos
make
a
beat
box
OG
made
dat
sharp
turn,
woadie
spot
′em,
peeled
the
car
Had
a
mask
on,
Draco
make
'em
beat
box
(blrrd-blrrd)
I'm
strapped
up
wit′
the
jugg,
One
in
the
head
already
decocked
(it′s
decocked)
I
pop
out
when
the
beef
hot
Won't
see
me
creepin′
on
yo
block
(no,
no)
I
work
the
backseat
We
went
three
deep
and
got
ten
people
shot
(blrrd-blrrd)
I
hit
the
auto
switch
and
made
it
twerk,
ayy,
While
he
dump
the
Glock
(blrrd,
blrrd)
Got
the
drop
on
all
his
spot
He
get
robbed
if
he
go
or
not
(go
or
not)
I
know
the
taste
love
wock
He
pullin'
up
in
exotic
pop
(exotic
pop)
That
booster
hitter
tried
to
pull
a
move
And
that
shit
got
him
dropped
(got
him
dropped)
Blrrd,
blrrd-blrrd,
you
pussies
know
what′s
up
(blrrd,
blrrd-blrrd)
Turn
a
nigga
to
a
pack
We
break
'em
down
and
roll
′em
up
(roll
'em
up)
Ain't
shit
changed
but
the
whip
Now
it′s
a
Rolls
Truck
when
I′m
pullin'
up
(I′m
pullin'
up)
And
I
still
ain′t
check
the
time
up
on
my
Cartier
Just
hold
it
up
(blrrd)
Don't
come
around
actin′
gangster
We
call
your
bluff
(blrrd,
blrrd)
Put
trust
in
these
firearms,
know
we
dangerous
(blrrd)
If
you
catch
me
speed
up,
bitch.
Give
it
up
or
I'ma
buss
We
shoot
your
shit
up
on
the
E-Way
Get
out
the
same
lane
as
us
blrrd
(bitch)
Blrrd-blrrd
(same
lane
as
us,
big
blrrd)
Bur-bur-burn
away
a
carbon
beam
(blrrd),
Knock
your
legs
off
(legs
off)
Tried
to
get
away
from
me
(yeah),
had
a
stand
off
(blrrd
blrrd)
Hit
'em
in
his
spine,
knock
his
dreads
off
(blrrd)
My
woadie
just
caught
a
body
I
nicknamed
him
Randy
Moss
Thu-thu-thuggin′
in
my
Reeboks,
ridin′
with
a
G-SHOCK
Shh,
I
heard
he
shot
Dracos
make
a
beat
box
OG
made
that
sharp
turn,
woadie
spot
'em,
peeled
the
car
Had
a
mask
on,
Draco
make
′em
beatbox
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