Beat Box (Remix) lyrics

[Intro]
94Gz, no Gz like these you heard
Jack B's, jack bigger B's
Drop my sh*t we gon' let it squeeze
Lee Drilly

[Verse]
n*gga ran up on me, almost got himself packed
Try to back away from me, got his ass whacked
We don't make a sound, we just get to movin’ tact
Try to duck, we hit his head, ‘cause we was aimin at his back
Like, why your b*tch on hots bro? MB sendin shots tho
Money totin’ chop incase you tryna spin my block, tho
I know that's my cousin but he still could catch a shot, tho
Cause I been on some slime sh*t, that's just been my timing
A hoe can't get a dime, b*tch, cause these b*tches be linin
I keep my .45, b*tch, Jackie that's my side b*tch
Together they both ratchet, get to clappin on some wild sh*t
And one is 32 for the trenches you won't find sh*t
Ohh that's an O? (What?)
That boy know it's- (Over?)
Try to be a (Soldier?)
He goin’ out like- (Noah?)
Because we “All O's Shot”, you up an O, you gotta drop
I'm with DThang and Bop, extendo came with 30 shots
And we don't miss a lot, cause all my n*ggas play with shots
Don't take sh*t on a hop, stop playin games and play your block
Got a red beam on that Glock, he dead before he see the dot
He just heard hella shots before he made his way to God
[Outro]
Gang, gang, gang
It's that Lee Drilly n*gga
Drop a 4 I'm upping the 9
94Gz no Gz like these
Jack B's we jack bigger B's
Drop my sh*t we 'gon let it squeeze
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