Beat Box 5 Lyrics SpotEmGottem ft. Polo G
Lil’ Capalot (Lil’ Capalot), *** (***), haha (Haha)
On foenem, man, you know we in this ***, ganged out
Yeah, yeah, yeah, gang, gang (Gang, gang)
FN knock his head off, *** the jakes, we sped off
Dissin’ on the ‘net ’bout Ed and Lil Bid got his mans chalked
We gon’ take his life, ***, 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 *** or this money, don’t do fed talk
Hundreds on my wrist watch, AP make her lick ***
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 *** shot
See them lights and take ’em on the chase, don’t do no pitstops
Too Turnt Gang, we drop the rakes, *** ’em, what my chopper say
*** 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, *** (***)
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, 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 *** ***, said she got her feet out
I walked in the party, I’m on my big goon ***
Ready to get it started, ***, I got no sense
Oh, he the plug, ridin’ ’round with four bricks
Call me Kobe, twenty-four on me
Can’t *** wit’ her no more, that lil’ ***, 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 ***
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’ *** like Jackie Chan ’til they got my kicks on
I aim, I hit my target, I’ma up this *** regardless
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, 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
