Beat Box (Freestyle)

Lyrics

[Intro: YN Jay] Oh so you want it like, alright Yeah, I mean like I can take you there Aah, aah [Verse 1: YN Jay] Get you popped like soda can, aye Rock out like a band, aye Fly like Peter Pan, aye Watch me do my dance, aye Come to Cucchi Land, aye Fuck in doonie van, aye I fuck all my fans, aye Spottem that's my mans, aye I just seen an opp, bop, shot him on my block, woah Speed off in a Hellcat, took off on the cops, woah I just made hunnid something thousand off the stocks, hoe If I caught bb he go cuckoo like a choppa, woah Pull up with a microbully riding with a draco Kill 'em in some Palm Angels now he got a halo I can't fire suppresors so I'm riding with potato Put a hole in a nigga body like a bagel Niggas soft as Play-Do Bitch do what I say so How your brother kill you over jealousy like Abel Nigga had a gun but he can't shoot 'cause he weren't able Aah You can bet whatever bet I win just like casino Get caught in a jam my baby fold just like burrito I don't go on date but I still step out in tuxedo I just met a caribbean from Puerto Rico I just popped a perky, biting like mosquito 400 degree the block get hot like jalapeño Say the haters watching, must be blind 'cause I can't see no Bitch I got some thousand dollar steppers on my feet, hoe I just took a bitch to cucchi Land, she wanna see, hoe Yeah bitch you can see but you can not get in for free, no [Bridge: YN Jay] Oh shit, fuck Oh shit, fuck [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 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, 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 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 [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