Beat Boxin' Lyrics

Why you lie straight to my face like you be out here slidin?

All that cap shit out y'all lips y'all boys just beat boxin

To all the ops peeping my story I hope y'all keep watchin

Check out these Red Bottoms lookin like I spilled lean on em'

To up this Drakey I need to hands call that a double fist

Do our ops like all these hoes we give out face lifts

Girl quit talking bout yo boobies them some fake tits

All in my DMs get in my face and say the same shit

You know you won't

Ain't no nuts in them jeans you just a tranny hoe

I be moving smooth when I'm in motion hit that pick and roll

You think you sipping mud, but I just sold yo ass some K roll

They like Deezy why u always on some fuck shit I'm an asshole

Man fuck the police in the Ville, they tried to run me out the city

They tried shuttin down my videos

But they ain't find them glocks and glizzies

100 deep on Nebraska, I'm already known that shit was risky

Next day front page on the newspaper

The city know that we gettin busy

But it's fuck em all they ain't stopping shit

Big four's up how we stamp this shit

Big Painesville we gon map this shit

My pain you feel it when I'm rapping bitch

I'm top ten I ain't talking nine

We ain't talking eight, we ain't talking seven

No six, five, four, three, two I'm number one that's on my Dukes

We double cup them coffee cups real ghetto shit I'm a trench baby

Kapo down there with Ralo having his way he a real fed baby

Freeband Hunter doin a five piece, when he touch down bitch goin crazy

That money shit it a never change me

But the way I get it they gotta hate me

I might come that Rollie piece

Been thinkin bout that Benz truck

Ops lookin real pussy seen em in the club they had they chains tucked

Might drop a Rake in they face knowing damn well they ain't gon get me touched

They be talking like they shoot shit

But the sky the only thing that they bust

Pussy