Pooh Shiesty – Beat Box 2 Lyrics

Leggo
(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, 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, ridin' with a G-SHOCK
Shh-, I heard he shot 
Dracos make a beat box
OG made dat sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beat box

In Miami with my muhfuckin' 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 f*ck 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 thinkin' that's somethin' you needed to know
I'm smooth and I'm cold, she know my wrist on froze
Skinny jeans on with a big bankroll (big knots on me)
She playin' my song, now I got her takin' off her thong
I'm tryna get it on, she feelin' 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, knock your 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
Th-th-thuggin' in my Reeboks, ridin' with a G-SHOCK
Shh, I heard he shot 
Dracos make a beat box
OG made dat sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beat box (blrrd-blrrd)

I'm strapped up wit' the jugg, one in the head already decocked (it's decocked)
I pop out when the beef hot, won't see me creepin' on yo block (no, no)
I work the backseat, we went three deep and got ten people shot (blrrd-blrrd)
I hit the auto switch and made it twerk, ayy, while he dump the Glock (blrrd, blrrd)
Got the drop on all his spot, he get robbed if he go or not (go or not)
I know the taste love wock, he pullin' up in exotic pop (exotic pop)
That booster hitter tried to pull a move and that shit got him dropped (got him dropped)
Blrrd, blrrd-blrrd, you pussies know what's up (blrrd, blrrd-blrrd)
Turn a nigga to a pack, we break 'em down and roll 'em up (roll 'em up)
Ain't shit changed but the whip, now it's a Rolls Truck when I'm pullin' up (I'm pullin' up)
And I still ain't check the time up on my Cartier, just hold it up (blrrd)
Don't come around actin' gangster, we call your bluff (blrrd, blrrd)
Put trust in these firearms, know we dangerous (blrrd)
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 blrrd (bitch), blrrd-blrrd (same lane as us, big blrrd)

Bur-bur-burn away a carbon beam (blrrd), knock your legs off (legs off)
Tried to get away from me (yeah), had a stand off (blrrd blrrd)
Hit 'em in his spine, knock his dreads off (blrrd)
My woadie just caught a body 
I nicknamed him Randy Moss
Thu-thu-thuggin' in my Reeboks, ridin' with a G-SHOCK
Shh, I heard he shot 
Dracos make a beat box
OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beatbox