Letra de ' Beat Box 2 (feat. Pooh Shiesty) ' de SpotemGottem

[SpotemGottem]
Let go
(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, 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-thugging in my Reeboks
Riding with a G-SHOCK
I heard he shot
Draco make 'em beatbox

OG made that sharp turn
Woadie spot 'em, peeled the car
Had a mask on
Draco make 'em beatbox

In Miami with my motherfucking 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
Riding 'round with four bricks
Call me Kobе, 24 on me
Can't fuck with 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 playing my song, I got her taking 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 kicking shit like Jackie Chan till 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 standoff
Hit him in the spine
Knock his dreads off
My woadie just caught a body
I nicknamed him Randy Moss

Th-th-thugging in my Reeboks
Riding with a G-SHOCK
I heard he shot
Draco make 'em beatbox

OG made that sharp turn
Woadie spot 'em, peeled the car
Had a mask on
Draco make 'em beatbox

[Pooh Shiesty]
I'm strapped up with this jug, one in the head, already de-cocked
I pop out when the beef hot, won't see me creeping on your block
I work the back seat, we went three deep and got ten people shot
I hit the auto-switch and made it twerk, and while he dumped the Glock

Got the drop on all his spot, he getting robbed if he go or not
I know the taste and love Wock', he pouring up in exotic pop
That booster hitter tried to pull a move and that shit got him dropped
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
Don't come around acting gangster, we call your bluff

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
(Same lane as us)

[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-thugging in my Reeboks
Riding with a G-SHOCK
I heard he shot
Draco make 'em beatbox

OG made that sharp turn
Woadie spot 'em, peeled the car
Had a mask on
Draco make 'em beatbox