NLE Choppa - Beat Box 4 lyrics

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NLE Choppa - Beat Box 4 lyrics

[NLE Choppa:] Ayy, walk 'em down straight to the ground, we make sure that he don't get up (Damn E, this sh*t exclusive) Call the reverend and his momma, tell 'em, "Come and pick 'em up" I'ma smack you with this .40, askin', "Is my Glizzy tucked?" Only like it sloppy, she gon' beatbox when she su*kin' me (Come on, come on) Told her, "Bring a friend", if she ever think about fu*kin' me Touchin' who? Touchin' me? To God where your ass gon' be (Prr, prr) Leave him stuck and send him up like he fu*kin' with Cardi B (Prr, prr, prr) Park the car before we hit the street, I'm hoppin' out on feet Get up close so I can see his teeth but I'ma keep it brief Ask do he remember me, then introduced him to my heat Skrrt off the block, you followin' this car, your whip be cream cheese (Come here, prr) Ain't no bush to beat around, you not duckin' no hunnid rounds Whole hood been down, fu*k the count 'cause we just beat it down Ain't gotta spin back around because my target hit the ground Crossed that line, you out of bounds They gon' find you up in the crowd Nappy-ass dreadlocks, black Forces, black socks (Ayy, ayy, prr) Make the Draco pop, it's louder than a boombox (Prr, prr) Shoutout to OVO, this Drac' can make your bed rock We beat them four and oh, just check the score, it say a lot (Ayy, check the score) Ayy, I'm in Miami, she givin' me head on Ocean Drive while her ni**a outside su*ked me so good, I thought that I died But when I nutted, I had came back alive Skeet on her face, it got in her eyes Now she tellin' me she legally blind Gave her a towel and told her she fine She kept su*kin' 'til she started cryin' Point 'em out, shoot 'em out, I spot 'em, I got 'em He started runnin', so I caught 'em (Ayy, ayy) Bag on his head, I bought 'em (Ayy) Told my shooter do everything that I taught him (Ayy) Let me know if it's a problem Like a school boy, I be super quick to solve it Thinkin' my shooter retarded He take a pill and then snort it right off of his .40 Snort it right off of his gun Shot a hunnid, then paid a hunnid for his bond Send a diss, I won't respond (No) Slam dunk a ni**a like a ni**a was LeBron (Come on) Leave a ni**a where he stay Same place that I met him, I made him lay (Come on, come on) Let a ni**a come and play He gon' tell his momma, "Plan the funeral date" (Prr, prr, prr, prr, prr) I got the power like Nelson Mandela You need a umbrella whenever I spray (Whenever I spray) Leave him sh*tty like Nutella He gon' need a Pamper if he survive this K Me and my ni**as, we down for whatever We step on whoever in retro Js (Retro Js) Bullet, stick like a thorn, call it Bella Make him Cinderella if he betray b*tch [SpotEmGottem:] 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 motherfu*kin' heat out With another ni**a b*tch, said she got her feet out I walked in the party, I'm on my big goon sh*t Ready to get it started, b*tch, I got no sense Oh, he the plug, ridin' 'round with four bricks Call me Kobe, twenty-four on me Can't fu*k wit' her no more, that lil' b*tch, 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' sh*t like Jackie Chan 'til they got my kicks on I aim, I hit my target, I'ma up this b*tch 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

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