[Intro]
Let go
(D— Damn E, this sh*t exclusive) Stretch gang
Face shots to the face, don't trip on your lace
Mafia
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 1]
Back up on my drip bih back up on this sh*t back up on this drip bih yeah friends wanted me to do the beat box challenge I can make this beat box in this b*tch make this beat box in this b*tch uh I can make the beat box in this sh*t yuh aye I got the sword on me like trunks bout to do likе sword play destroy all this haters in my lanes I don't likе these lanes stay out of my game ah don’t f*ck up my sh*t back up on this b*tch back up on this sh*t in this b*tch get real on my level get real on my sh*t stacking the monеy like Tetris
[bridge]
Nevеr gonna mumble on these tracks stacking too much on my plate stacking too much on this sh*t uh yuh they call me a killer yung Woodryc a murderer on this sh*t uh murderer on this sh*t yuh stuttering on this sh*t yuh aye breathing fire like a dragon that's what's swaggin aye got the bag feel like I got bags on me like lewy Louie yuh aye nickname is Lewis ha nickname is Louis nick name is Mountain Dew ha got work to do yuh I got brains in this b*tch like Stewie yuh ay try to match up on this sh*t
[Verse 1]
Back up on my drip bih back up on this sh*t back up on this drip bih yeah friends wanted me to do the beat box challenge I can make this beat box in this b*tch make this beat box in this b*tch uh I can make the beat box in this sh*t yuh aye I got the sword on me like trunks bout to do like sword play destroy all this haters in my lanes I don't like these lanes stay out of my game ah don't f*ck up my sh*t back up on this b*tch back up on this sh*t in this b*tch get real on my level get real on my sh*t stacking the money like Tetris
[Verse]
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]
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