SpotemGottem, NLE Choppa - Beat Box 4 (with NLE Choppa) lyrics | Musixmatch (2025)

Lyrics of Beat Box 4 (with NLE Choppa) by SpotemGottem,NLE Choppa

intro

Grrt (come on)

verse

Ayy, walk 'em down straight to the ground

We make sure that he don't get up (damn E, this shit exclusive)

Call the reverend and his momma

Tell 'em, "Come and pick 'em up" (come and pick 'em up)

verse

I'ma smack you with this .40, askin', "Is my Glizzy tucked?" (Is my Glizzy tucked?)

Only like it sloppy, she gon' beatbox when she suckin' me (come on, come on)

Told her, "Bring a friend", if she ever think about fuckin' me

Touchin' who? Touchin' me? To God where your ass gon' be (prr)

verse

Leave him stuck and send him up like he fuckin' with Cardi B (prr, prr, prr)

Park the car before we hit the street, I'm hoppin' out on feet (I'm better)

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)

verse

Ain't no bush to beat around, you not duckin' no hundred rounds

Whole hood been down, fuck the count 'cause we just beat it down ('cause we just beat it down)

Ain't gotta spin back around because my target hit the ground (my target hit the ground)

Crossed that line, you out of bounds, they gon' find you up in the crowd

verse

Nappy-ass dreadlocks, black Forces, black socks (ayy, ayy, prr)

Make the Draco pop, it's louder than a boombox (prr-prr, prr-prr)

Shoutout to OVO, this Drac' can make your bed rock (make your bed rock)

We beat them four and oh, just check the score, it say a lot (ayy, check the score)

verse

Ayy, I'm in Miami, she givin' me head on Ocean Drive while her nigga outside

Sucked 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 suckin' 'til she started cryin'

verse

Point 'em out, shoot 'em out, I spot 'em, I got 'em (come on, come on, come on)

He started runnin', so I caught 'em (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

verse

Snort it right off of his gun

Shot a hundred, then paid a hundred for his bond (yo, yo)

Send a diss, I won't respond (no)

Slam dunk a nigga like a nigga was LeBron (come on)

Leave a nigga where he stay

Same place that I met him, I made him lay (come on, come on)

Let a nigga come and play

He gon' tell his momma, "Plan the funeral date" (prr-prr)

verse

I got the power like Nelson Mandela (prr-prr-prr)

You need a umbrella whenever I spray (whenever I spray)

Leave him shitty like Nutella, he gon' need a Pamper if he survive this K

Me and my niggas, we down for whatever, we step on whoever in retro J's (Retro J's)

Bullet, stick like a thorn, call it Bella, make him Cinderella if he betray, bitch

chorus

Bu-bu-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

verse

In Miami with my motherfuckin' heat out

With another nigga 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

verse

Oh, he the plug, ridin' 'round with four bricks

Call me Kobe, 24 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

verse

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

verse

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

Bu-bu-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

Thu-thu-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

Writer(s): Bryson Potts, Ijah Jiru Cheatham Stoute, Nehemiah Harden, Elisner Joseph

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