Beat Box 5 (part. Polo G)

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    [Polo G:]
    Lil' Capalot (Lil' Capalot), bitch (bitch), ha, ha (ha, ha)
    On foenem, man, you know we in this bitch, ganged out
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, gang, gang (gang, gang)

    FN knock his head off, fuck the jakes, we sped off
    Dissin' on the 'net 'bout Ed and Lil Bid got his mans chalked
    We gon' take his life, bitch, 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 bitches or this money, don't do fed talk
    Hundreds on my wrist watch, AP make her lick cock
    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 bitch shot
    See them lights and take 'em on the chase, don't do no pitstops
    Too Turnt Gang, we drop the rakes, kill 'em, what my chopper say
    Fuck 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, bitch (bitch)

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    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 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 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
    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

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