Beat Box 3 Songtext

von SpotemGottem, DaBaby

Best motherfuckin' rapper, nigga, this Baby, nigga, let's go
Ready to get it started, nigga (go)

Whenever you want it
I was the man with the plan since a shawty, pull up to the Grammy Awards with my .40 (go)
She told me she like how I'm dressin', I ain't eatin' no salad (uh-huh), Stevie Wonder can see that I'm havin'
I told her, "Be patient", she waited, I gave her the dick, she walked out doin' the "Beatbox challenge"
Like, yeah, get in there, baby (get in there), you know me, hit you anywhere, baby (let's go)
Know she gon' do whatever I say, I could piss in a cup, call it lemonade, baby
Let that bitch off, I'm a renegade, baby, I'ma get outta there, I ain't feelin' that (huh?)
Nigga run up on me with a cell phone out, he gon' fuck around, die on the internet (do-do-do-do)

Fuck it, kill him on IG Live, let the whole world see the nigga die (die)
Yeah, shout-out to SpotEm', we got 'em (get down), even though he a rapper, he shot him
I get this big pretty-ass smile from my mama (cheese), get this motherfuckin' voice from my daddy
I learned how to pimp on them hoes from my uncle (pimp, pimp)
Let her suck on my toes 'cause I'm nasty (okay)
Like fuck it, she asked me to do it, play with me, I'ma actually shoot you
Most of these niggas be cap and, we knew it, these niggas drop shit and we laugh at they music
I know how to murder these niggas with kindness, fuckin' they bitch from the back, how I do it
I buy a Cuban and fill it with diamonds, send my assistant to pick up some condoms
Instagram model at the hotel textin' me now, want me to give her the Johnson
Damn, that nigga Baby on fire and it won't go out (bah-bah), they know that lil' nigga's a problem
Got a big .45 on de-cock (go), usin' big words like I'm T.I. (turn up)
Don't wanna get me started, nigga, turn me up, niggas gon' see why
Nigga, you a bitch, JoJo Siwa (bitch), you let the wrong nigga get rich
Both of these chains on my neck, they compete with each other, they fightin' and throwin' a fit
Know how these hoes like to argue and beef with each other, she fightin' now over the dick
You should already know you ain't searchin' DaBaby because that nigga like to come in with the stick

I don't like to get into the mix (no), I done got paid in full, my nigga
I get them hoes like I'm Mitch even got white people all on my dick (go)
Yeah, second year, six-time Grammy-nominated, came through turnt up, everybody hated
Before I had my first M, it was Billion Dollar Baby, he bet the house and his self like Las Vegas (go)
You want this shit? Gotta earn it, he off the leash, he don't think he can get murdered
Know how to swim, so I fuck with who fuckin' with me, I take a bridge and I burn it (ha)
Let me see if you can swim, lil' nigga, shit gettin' out of hand, I just parked a new Benz
Hopped in a new Benz, lil' nigga (let's go) and I don't want new friends

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, ridin' with a G-SHOCK
Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make 'em beatbox
He made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beatbox
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
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 anti-dote, 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

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 beatbox
He made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beatbox