BeatBox Remix

[Verse]
What type of time he on?
They say it's demon time
I'm at the finish line
Meet me when you finish lyin'
They know I'm a menace
What I do? I gotta speak my mind
FL baby
We do anything in a pair of slides

I'm talkin' rockout on a opp, huh
Runnin' from the cops, huh
Don't get me hot, huh
Got a hunnid shots, huh
Playin' with my top, huh
Gon' get you knocked, huh
Like Billie Jean
You all be cappin' on my top

And I'mma tell you how it is
I ain't gon' tell you what you want
Got my brothers backin' me up
So you know it ain't a front
I be stuntin' on these jits
I never had to pull a stunt
I keep that .30 on me
And I be hot like curry
You know my wrist McFlurry
And my cup be dirty
Baby, put the work in
Cause I'm in a hurry

I been sippin' on that gas
And now them colors gettin' vibrant
Don't you kill my vibе
Hmm
I'm tryna show 'em what it do
Hmm
We grew up clutchin' on a tool
Hmm
But I ain't comin' down for you
Hmm
I'mma keep aiming for thе moon
RIP The Woo

I been Hot up in the city
They say "Kut Da Fan On"
Cruisin' through Orlando
In a tented Phantom
All these women love me
But these jits can't stand him
I'mma hop out through the back
And I slide
If it's up, then it's stuck
And I'm lettin' it fly

Burn away a carbon beam
Knock his legs off
Tried to get away from me
Had a standoff
Hit him in his spine
Knock his dreads off
My woadie caught a body
I nicknamed him Randy Moss

And I ate the beat like a-
Like a shark
You know all my diamonds
They be shinin' in the dark