OkayExcel, SpotemGottem - Beat Box - Remix Lyrics

G-Lock with a beam, bet I knock his head off

Back up in this bitch like I never fuckin' left
I got Kwesi to my right and I got MohGz to my left
Niggas talkin' like they bout it but you know my niggas step
When them bullets hit his throat he get to coughin' he got strep
Nigga mad cause I'm what he not
Dummy think that we box
Slidin' down yo strip I bet you now them niggas see chops
Yellin' out like "he shot" BAH now it's we shot
Niggas smokin' e-wok while I'm smokin' on like 3 opps
Imma young money getter
Open up get money witcha
TD, Chevy, OA nigga
I been lit since '08 nigga
Niggas thinkin' this shit hot, this is just a throwaway nigga
Lil boy said he pullin' up, ain't make it through the doorway nigga, uh
Fast car, NASCAR, I swear that we done past y'all
Niggas smoked it like ShaCarri, now them boys in last, ah
We was on his ass, he got to runnin' like the Flash, uh
Pull up hit a stain, count the cash and do the dash, uh
I got a bitch that I fuck out in Philly,
I got a bitch that I fuck in New York
Told her I love her she said boy you silly
I think I just fell in love with a whore
Nah, I'm just in love with Dior
We catch a opp and he touchin' the floor
We catch a opp and we uppin' the score
And I'm shootin' my shot I need Veda forsure, uh
I got a plan get to the bands, shootin' at him and all of his Friends
I am the man, I do not dance, I make a move for all of the bands
She wanna dance she got a plan she tryna get to all of the bands
Where is yo mans I do not dance I make a move for all of the bands
If a nigga move wock, he gon' catch like two shots
And, If I do drop, then the two's cruise blocks
And, if it's too hot, then, we gon' bruise opps
And, if he do drop, then we look for new opps

Gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
Hold on
G-Lock with a beam, bet I knock his head off

Bu-bu-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, 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
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 sense
Oh, he the plug, ridin' 'round with four bricks
Call me Kobe, 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
Bu-bu-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
Thu-thu-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