Beat Box

Where you from? Heaven Could you date a girl that didn't know how to dress? You mean, like you? If you feel like I can't dress, yes F*ck no F*ck no, hell na (Maison Margiela Reeboks) I do this shit every day, you don't be bout When she eat up the dick, this hoe beatbox MM, that's on my reebok Latin, I told her ¡Arriba! That's him? Boy, tell your hoe goodbye Slide in, no, I'm not a good guy Fully fed, we see who a small fry Leave the scene, you know that I'm that guy Walk in and I'm steppin' shit with a dagger I cannot f*ck on this hoe, she a nagger White hoe, call me what? (tchip) Man, y'all already know what I'm sayin' And this FN take his gut And the reason this shit stop sprayin' Hundred rounds in this bitch, I'm a Saiyan I be so classy, that boy speak in layman I feel like Nico, I'm flyin a plane in I'm tryna be flashy, bitch, why would I plane it? Got a lot of problems with me on the internet, when in real life, shit won't say it I got niggas in Lynchburg with them Dracs, AK's, shit, and they spray it Send a iceberg on the third, nigga on a cold day And your cover is blown in The storm coming move your zone in Don't you f*ck up this moment I made that boy, fork up the hunnids I ain't had nothing turn it to something Oh now it's summer, walk with a Drummond Fucking this bitch so bad, put a thumb in I ain't hear shit, bitch, f*ck your assumption AP on me got this lil' hoe jumpin' She bump and grind my cup is busted This shit got Wock not Robotussin, Try, play with us I'll show you something I'll blow your mind with no concussion Ain't comin' back, these bullets rushin' He slumped over his toe, he touchin' And yes, I know my time is comin' Yeah, yeah Can't let shit change Except for the view on the hundreds I know a lot of niggas fake, but—I hope my niggas not on it Slide with Glock, and we take out opponent Take this bitch, I just beat down her doonies I be high off the snacks like Scooby When she eat up the, When she eat up the dick this hoe beatbox MM, that's on my reebok Latin, I told her ¡Arriba! That's him? Boy, tell your hoe goodbye Slide in, no, I'm not a good guy Fully fed, we see who a small fry Leave the scene, you know that I'm that guy (Coke, dope, crack, smack, weed, E's, and CDs) (They got it all for cheap) (This is, trap music, bitch)