Beat Box 5 - Polo G

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)

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 '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 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