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SpotemGottem - "Beat Box 5" feat. Polo G
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
SpotemGottem
SpotemGottem
Vocals
Polo G
Polo G
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elisner Joseph
Elisner Joseph
Songwriter
Nehemiah Harden
Nehemiah Harden
Songwriter
Taurus Bartlett
Taurus Bartlett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DAMN E
DAMN E
Producer

Lyrics

Lil Capalot, bitch, ha-ha On foenem, man, you know we in this bitch, ganged out Yeah-yeah-yeah, gang, gang F-in' 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 zip-lock 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 Bu-bu-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, 24 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 Bu-bu-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 Thu-thu-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 Bu-bu-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 Thu-thu-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
Writer(s): Taurus Tremani Bartlett, Nehemiah Harden, Elisner Joseph, Ijah Jiru Cheatham Stoute Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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