Beat Box 2 (feat. Pooh Shiesty)

Leggo
 (Damn E, this shit exclusive)
 Stretch gang
 Face shots at 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, riding with a G-SHOCK
 Shh- I heard he shot, Draco make a 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 motherfuckin' 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 sensе
 Oh, he the plug, ridin' 'round with four bricks
 Call me Kobе, 24 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 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' 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, 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, riding with a G-SHOCK
 Shh- I heard he shot, Draco make a beat box
 OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car
 Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beat box (brr)
 I'm strapped up wit' this jug, one in the head, already de-cocked (it's de-cocked)
 I pop out when the beef hot, won't see me creepin' on your block (nope, nope)
 I work the back seat, we went three deep and got ten people shot (blrrrd, blrrrd)
 I hit the auto-switch and made it twerk and while he dumped the Glock (blrrrd, blrrrd)
 Got the drop on all his spot, he gettin' robbed if he go or not
 I know the taste and love Wock', he pourin' up in exotic pop
 That booster hitter tried to pull a move and that shit got him dropped
 Blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd, you pussies know what's up
 Turn a nigga to a pack, we break 'em down and roll 'em up
 Ain't shit changed but the whip, now it's a Rolls truck when I'm pulling up
 And I still ain't check the time up on my Cartier, just hold it up (blrrrd)
 Don't come around acting gangster, we call your bluff (blrrrd-blrrrd)
 Put trust in these firearms, know we dangerous
 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
 Blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd (same lane as us), Big Blrrrd
 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, riding with a G-SHOCK
 Shh- I heard he shot, Draco make a beat box
 OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car
 Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beat box