Beatbox “Freestyle”
Shai Doee
GENRE
He was doing all that hooting and hollering on the gram
I’m like I’m on the way you niggas better scam
Better call up yo troops better call up yo fam
I break down a rello and I put in a gram
I twist that bitch up I inhale some smoke
Pass it to my bro and he rolling off some coke
And sis off the molly please tell no body
Sipping on that quali getting hotter than tamale
So me and gang pulled down on his land
Huh? What? Niggas trynna shake my hand
The fuck you thought shit was sweet? It ain’t sweet
Ion know why niggas lying in they tweets
You was for asking the feat now come meet the heat
Hopped out on the them niggas on they own damn Street
So we just got to clicking niggas running like some chickens
Niggas dropping like flies cuz my gang don’t do no missing
So I’m lookin round for this one clown
See him hidin in the bushes so I run his ass down
I look him in the face then I see a frown
I let the 9 go and put his body in the ground
Shot that man in the head now he fucking dead
Man that nigga should’ve plead still would’ve caught the lead
Man that nigga made his bed shouldn’t mess wit thoroughbreds
So we head out hop back in the van
Hand the drac to my mans and he off a couple zans
I see his eyes scan I look up I’m like damn
A couple niggas ran but a couple still stand
He just get to dumping opps get to jumping
We ain’t pulling off until them niggas saying nothing
I’m the big bad wolf I’m huffin and puffin
Turn his head into yolk turn his stomach into stuffing
We stab down the block pass the green box
Thuggin in some Reebok’s got a rock in my sock
Really need to detox draco make em beatbox
Flow hot heat shock they listen soon as she drop
Uhhhh If it’s 3 opps I got 3 shots
Got pirus got treetops
The shit too easy
Uhhh duhh
I’m like I’m on the way you niggas better scam
Better call up yo troops better call up yo fam
I break down a rello and I put in a gram
I twist that bitch up I inhale some smoke
Pass it to my bro and he rolling off some coke
And sis off the molly please tell no body
Sipping on that quali getting hotter than tamale
So me and gang pulled down on his land
Huh? What? Niggas trynna shake my hand
The fuck you thought shit was sweet? It ain’t sweet
Ion know why niggas lying in they tweets
You was for asking the feat now come meet the heat
Hopped out on the them niggas on they own damn Street
So we just got to clicking niggas running like some chickens
Niggas dropping like flies cuz my gang don’t do no missing
So I’m lookin round for this one clown
See him hidin in the bushes so I run his ass down
I look him in the face then I see a frown
I let the 9 go and put his body in the ground
Shot that man in the head now he fucking dead
Man that nigga should’ve plead still would’ve caught the lead
Man that nigga made his bed shouldn’t mess wit thoroughbreds
So we head out hop back in the van
Hand the drac to my mans and he off a couple zans
I see his eyes scan I look up I’m like damn
A couple niggas ran but a couple still stand
He just get to dumping opps get to jumping
We ain’t pulling off until them niggas saying nothing
I’m the big bad wolf I’m huffin and puffin
Turn his head into yolk turn his stomach into stuffing
We stab down the block pass the green box
Thuggin in some Reebok’s got a rock in my sock
Really need to detox draco make em beatbox
Flow hot heat shock they listen soon as she drop
Uhhhh If it’s 3 opps I got 3 shots
Got pirus got treetops
The shit too easy
Uhhh duhh
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