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beatbox (remix) - yk3 lyrics

[chorus: yk3]:
yeah this beat got passed just like a blunt, (brrt, brrt)
well come here let me hit it once
(d*mn e, this sh*t exclusive,)
(brrrrt)
baking this sh*t like some bread
when i rap it, it taste like lunch
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,)
call them steppers, get you laid
just like a hoe slumped out at brunch
scope you out, like call of duty
(pack*a, pack*a)
upgrade the glock with pack*a*punch
(brrt, brrt, punch)

[verse 1: yk3 & luh rockout]:
flip my watch and switch the bl!ck
like a n*gga ben tennyson
when i up that stick and i let it hit
yo block on firе, i got it lit
(brrrrt)
spark a n*gga like a black
but ion smoke them, so hе get ditched
pop a perc, so i can hold up 3 bl!cks
(brrt, brrt, brrt)
name my glock, “mule kick”
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, brrrrt)
put a beam on it, now it shoot lasers, just like it’s superman
come to my hood wrong, bet we blow yo head, like we shooting cans
(pop, pop)
drac’ pap him up, get that n*gga right
hitting the running man
found that n*gga block and we spinned it, just like a ceiling fan
(brrt, brrt, brrt, skrrt)
twin glocks look like cosmo and wanda
watching them do a trick
(do a trick)
n*ggas know i up it and bl!ck it
don’t do no talking sh*t
(don’t do no talking)
up the fn, aim at his face
big clip, so he get blitzed
(brrt, brrt)
pass it to luh roc, you know he spazzin’ on this rappin’ b*tch
(brrt, brrt)

i’m tryna walk that n*gga down, face first
until he in a hurse
si*since he wanna diss up on the gang
we had to k!ll him first
yeah we hit his head, put that n*gga on a f*cking t*shirt
f*ck a bullet, we had stabbed his ass, you know that sh*t hurt
yeah my choppa just be clappin’
h*ll naw, this ain’t no beatbox
but if you run up on my gang, i promise, you gon’ get your sh*t rocked
yeah we slide, back to back, up in that srt, we zoomin’ hoe
if you run up on my gang, i promise yo ass
gonna lose it bro
yeah
shout out to spottem
mark with a scope, so i got him
(brrt, shoutout)
he gave the lo, so i dropped him
don’t want my problems
spinnin’ yo sh*t in a honda
(don’t want ‘em)
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
give that lil n*gga some trauma
i’m on yo floor with a drac’
finna cook ‘em like steak
(cook ‘em like steak)
you is a cow in the way
(uh)
let this b*tch hit till it cl!ck, clank
(cl!ck)
ain’t taking no break
koolant kit coming in handy today
(brrt)

you made a mistake
i’m with the gang
yeah, they quake
(gang)
don’t give a f*ck where you stay
(c’mere, stay)
the stick get to slapppng like cake
get hit in yo sh*t
have yo ass twisting, ballet
(uh, ballet)
spinning around on display
hit got hit with that ray
left him a lil disarrayed
(brrt, disarrayed)
bl!ck coming out of the closet, knew it was g*y, the way it be touching the fakes
(the way it be touching the fakes)
[outro: yk3]:
yeah this beat got passed just like a blunt, (brrt, brrt)
well come here let me hit it once
(come here)
baking this sh*t like some bread
when i rap it, it taste like lunch
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, lunch)
call them steppers, get you laid
just like a hoe slumped out at brunch
(brunch)
scope you out, like call of duty
(pack*a, pack*a)
upgrade the glock with pack*a*punch
(brrt, brrt, punch)

(upgrade with pack*a*punch
the stick, it hit him once)

- yk3 lyrics

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