Beat Box

Ayo, is that that Mexican OT? Pistol fits inside ya eyelids and pull 'em backs.

It don't miss the gun, click clack, and then clap where you at. Roger that. Virtual.

-Virtual, did you roger that?

-Beat his corpse with a hardwood baseball bat. I swung till it cracked in half. Fifty powder packs up all night like

Insomniac. I be workin' where the zombies at.

She hit a line of dope and ripped off her nose to get the powder back. How was that?

That somebody could love somethin' so much that she would hurt herself for it.

Everything that glitters isn't gold, the stupid head fell for it.

I sell dope to a pregnant bitch 'cause I'm all about the cream. If I don't do it, somebody else gon' do it, so why can't it be me?

Fuck fifty shades of gray, I'm tryna see fifty shades of green, and everything else in between. I'm in the land of the dead playin' hard, tryna stack up my cha-ching.

Boy, you ass backwards, I bet your butt out your butt.

Take shits out your mouth so big that it gets stuck.

You some motherfuckin' chickens who tuck your dick in the cluck. I'm tryna push up with a stick and get him hit like a hockey puck.

-Shoot, Fresh, shoot!

-Yeah, we gon' slide on 'em We gon' ride on 'em Put that fire on 'em Drop that iron on 'em Yeah, we gon', yeah, we gon', yeah, we gon', yeah, we gon' Yeah, we gon', yeah, we gon', yeah, we gone We gon' slide on 'em We gon' ride on 'em Put that fire on 'em Drop that iron on 'em

Yeah, we gon', yeah, we gon', yeah, we gon', yeah, we gon' Yeah, we gon', yeah, -we gon', yeah, we gone -It really don't make no difference, I do it myself intended When it come to handlein' business, I have imperfect attendance Fuck all these diamonds on my neck and the attention that I'm gettin' I put in work for my respect, I got my rank from pullin' missions I been peepin' it from a distance, you free when niggas get sent in These niggas goin' up in the rooms and tellin' people all the business But not me, I keep my mouth closed, Lord paid choppers at my household I pistol whip a nigga till he out cold We made niggas stay inside, we slangin' nine when we outdoors Had left that dope alone, this time I did it all boss No stove, Lord knows if I make it back, a Big Gulp Let me cut this music down the drive while I watch the road

Yeah, we gon' slide on 'em We gon' ride on 'em Put that fire on 'em Drop that iron on 'em Yeah, we gon', yeah, we gon', yeah, we gon', yeah, we gon' Yeah, we gon', yeah, we gon', yeah, we gone

We gon' slide on 'em

We gon' ride on 'em Put that fire on 'em Drop that iron on 'em

Yeah, we gon', yeah, we gon', yeah, we gon', yeah, we gon' Yeah, we gon', yeah, we gon', yeah, we gone

Hey, ride on a nigga, slide on a nigga Lemme see yo' lighter, put that fire on a nigga Hate when a bitch play and try to lie on a nigga Like you ain't the same bitch used to cry on a nigga Fool, hair gone, I got people I lost This for the niggas hustlin' so they won't get kicked out they house She gon' fuck me in the bed but eat this dick on the couch I'm from Houston, posted up with a stick on the north Yes, OT overtime, lately I'm in overdrive I ain't tryna shoot from the street, I'm standin' over mine Put my baby girl to bed, say my prayers with my daughter Ain't nothin' in life more important than how she look at her father

Could've crossed you on my soul, but I didn't 'cause I'm loyal Go ahead, child,

Metro Boomin, this gon' make the hood proud, Lou