YK3 - Beatbox

★ chorus: yk3 ★:
Yeah this beat got passed just like a blunt, (brrt, brrt)
Well come here let me hit it once
(damn e, this shit exclusive,)
(brrrrt)
Baking this shit 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 blick
Like a nigga ben tennyson
When i up that stick and i let it hit
Yo block on firе, i got it lit
(brrrrt)
Spark a nigga like a black
But ion smoke them, so hе get ditched
Pop a perc, so i can hold up 3 blicks
(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 nigga right
Hitting the running man
Found that nigga 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)
Niggas know i up it and blick it
Don’t do no talking shit
(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’ bitch
(brrt, brrt)

I’m tryna walk that nigga down, face first
Until he in a hurse
Si-since he wanna diss up on the gang
We had to kill him first
Yeah we hit his head, put that nigga on a fucking t-shirt
Fuck a bullet, we had stabbed his ass, you know that shit hurt
Yeah my choppa just be clappin’
Hell naw, this ain’t no beatbox
But if you run up on my gang, i promise, you gon’ get your shit 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 shit in a honda
(don’t want ‘em)
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Give that lil nigga 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 bitch hit till it click, clank
(click)
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 fuck where you stay
(c’mere, stay)
The stick get to slapppng like cake
Get hit in yo shit
Have yo ass twisting, ballet
(uh, ballet)
Spinning around on display
Hit got hit with that ray
Left him a lil disarrayed
(brrt, disarrayed)
Blick coming out of the closet, knew it was gay, 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 shit 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)