[Intro]
Let go
(D— Damn E, this shit exclusive) Stretch gang
Face shots to the face, don't trip on your lace
Mafia

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
Back up on my drip bih back up on this shit back up on this drip bih yeah friends wanted me to do the beat box challenge I can make this beat box in this bitch make this beat box in this bitch uh I can make the beat box in this shit yuh aye I got the sword on me like trunks bout to do likе sword play destroy all this haters in my lanes I don't likе these lanes stay out of my game ah don’t fuck up my shit back up on this bitch back up on this shit in this bitch get real on my level get real on my shit stacking the monеy like Tetris

[bridge]
Nevеr gonna mumble on these tracks stacking too much on my plate stacking too much on this shit uh yuh they call me a killer yung Woodryc a murderer on this shit uh murderer on this shit yuh stuttering on this shit yuh aye breathing fire like a dragon that's what's swaggin aye got the bag feel like I got bags on me like lewy Louie yuh aye nickname is Lewis ha nickname is Louis nick name is Mountain Dew ha got work to do yuh I got brains in this bitch like Stewie yuh ay try to match up on this shit

[Verse 1]
Back up on my drip bih back up on this shit back up on this drip bih yeah friends wanted me to do the beat box challenge I can make this beat box in this bitch make this beat box in this bitch uh I can make the beat box in this shit yuh aye I got the sword on me like trunks bout to do like sword play destroy all this haters in my lanes I don't like these lanes stay out of my game ah don't fuck up my shit back up on this bitch back up on this shit in this bitch get real on my level get real on my shit stacking the money like Tetris

[Verse]
In Miami with my motherfuckin' heat out
With another n***a 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, twenty-four 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

[Chorus]
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
Th— Th— 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