Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Beat Box 5, artist - Polo G.
Date of issue: 22.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Beat Box 5 |
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 |