Beatbox Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Damn E
Grrah, grrah, boom, grrah, grrah
Damn, E, this sh*t, exclusive
b*tch
Uh, knock his, [?] off
I wasn't even gonna do this sh*t
Hold up [?], call up [?], look

[Verse]
She told me to sixty-nine, but I don't snitch and eat box
Shorty giving top, sound like a beatbox (Top)
I keep a G locked, only shoot for treetop (Top)
b*tch, I made, like, 50K just off of re-rock (Look)
Let's spin an opp block, tryna see where n*ggas at
Might as well call me shh 'cause, b*tch, I really black (Ha)
I don't talk up on the net 'cause that sh*t really whack (Whack)
I ain't gon' front, they sent some shots, but we gon' send 'em back (Grra, grra, grra)
They movin' hot-hot, all you hear is grra-grra
Oh she a opp thot, she can't chill on my sides (At all)
Call up my hitters from the rock 'cause we got mob ties
Like who thе f*ck is you? Better watch who you talking to (b*tch)
Uh, we'll clеar the room, please don't get me in a mood, look
I just play it smooth 'cause I know I keep a tool
I'm rocking Off-White, but shorty say I'm actin' rude
And if it's on sight, just know that we liftin' you
No we don't politic, we keep a lotta sticks
She's on my di*k, when she kiss it, she polish it (Facts)
She said she like when I go in and out of it
I came a long way from drinkin' and robbin' sh*t (Where?)
Ain't that astonishin', I was just hanging with killers and narcissists
We get it shakin' like this, sh*t got Parkinson's
I ain't gone bluff, see a opp and we sparkin' him
Grra-grra-grra, uh
b*tch, I'm the one and only
We can't catch the rapper, we clap his homie
His b*tch on my di*k 'cause she see the Rollie
She ridin' my di*k like this sh*t a stolie (What?)
Tell them n*ggas don't play 'fore we lift 'em up
Give a n*gga the beats, he like, "What the f*ck?" (Ayo, Eli, what the f*ck?)
I was just on that block punchin' pieces up
I was lit with the sh*ts, I ain't D-in' up
You know Zelle and West, he was freein' up (Facts)
While the oppers be talkin', we T-in' up (Facts)
n*ggas say they outside, we ain't seein' 'em
For real
I don't want your b*tch 'cause she hella dusty
I know I look cute, but I make sh*t get ugly
She said I'm little, but still wanna f*ck me
Baby, I'm grown, you can come touch me (Like)
She wanna party, get lit in the 'Yams
She tryna f*ck me I'm bringin' my mans (Yeah, yeah, yeah, hold up)
We make it hot, n*gga, come get a tan (Hold up)
She telling me follow her back on the Gram (Grra, grra, grra)
She on my di*k 'cause she heard Extra Sturdy
She yellin' out "Leva got him a 30"
I don't take Xans, baby, only take yerkies
Come in the back, you know you can slurp me
Off of this Percie, what you wanna do? (Mm)
Uh-hm-mhm, we go to the zoo (Haha)
Mm-hm-mm, huh-uh, (Haha)
[Outro]
Keep that (Keep that sh*t)
Hahahaha, that was mad funny, that ending