Beat Box 13 lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck it i'm goin' straight that

[Young M.A. Verse]
So much water on my neck, it's like I'm detoxin
Two drums and two sticks I'm beat boxin (Grr, Hey)
I wish he would, we gon' treat top him
I just blew out 50 out the safe I had to restock
f*ck a grammy I got the street watching
And for my bro I wear that red until I'm dead
I know that he watching
Left my ex b*tch cause she toxic
Got this new b*tch now we toxic
Can't cap, I'll be toxic
Told 'em pus*y n*ggas keep watching
Always got the .40 on me with the beam
And plus I keep options
Ready to get it started
Vv's on my chest, now I'm cold hearted
Diamonds go retarded
Living in big houses from apartments, b*tch i made it out
My money and my loyalty, two things I’ll nеver play about
My opposition tryna take me out
And I'm f*ckеd up in the head
And they gon make me bring my brazy out
f*ck what you thought, ain't sh*t to think about
Twenty pack get 'em wacked
Tell my hitter "f*ck it, lay em out"
We gon' ball regardless, twenty bottles in my section
Look like alcoholics, free my blood murder gang
I hope you beat them charges, I be on that private plane
Champagne when we departed, OG and [?]
So much body on this b*tch can't even [?]
Ion never rep my jewerly and if I were b*tch I bought it (Faxx)
That's cause I could afford it
I've been f*cking up these rap beefs, so long is getting boring
They like "M.A. how you been?" can't even call
I just handle business, mama been [?]
Prolly counting racks out, my stacks look like mackbooks
Them money turn me on, it's just some how that cash look
Bad b*tch she need her ass whopped
She a pretty lil di*ky, ay but how that bag look
You look good but if you're broke then that's a bad look
Turn around let me get that lash a look
Get out of here
f*ck outta here

[Chorus: 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
Thuggin' in my Reeboks, ridin' 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

[Verse 2: SpotEmGottem]
In Miami with my motherf*ckin' heat out
With another n*gga b*tch, said she got her feet out
I walked in the party, I'm on my big goon sh*t
Ready to get it started, b*tch, 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' b*tch, 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' sh*t like Jackie Chan 'til they got my kicks on
I aim, I hit my target, I'ma up this b*tch regardless

[Chorus: 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— 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