Beatbox Lyrics – Nardo Wick

Read the full Beatbox lyrics by Nardo Wick along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Nardo Wick's music, you can also explore Ain’t No Lettin’ Up and Get On My Nerves, two other songs by Nardo Wick.

[Chorus]
I got my foot on top of they neck, no, I can't let 'em breathe
My life a movie, tell 'em put this s*it on DVD
I don't care who he is or what he did, that boy can't fu*k with me
He don't never smile, why you got them diamond teeth?
N!ggas want to be cool with me, so I won't hit they ho
You been saw the signs, you been should've let her go
She talk a lot, to shut her up, I put it in her throat
She a bad b!tch, real throat G.O.A.T

[Verse]
A lot of n!ggas lame, a lot of n!ggas weird
Had thirty on me, walked in Louis and it disappeared
Had bullets in the clip, I saw opps, they disappeared
Got kids down below, one night with her, they disappeared
Today ain't April 1st, why you say you love me?
What's a hundred thousand to a n!gga that's really getting money?
Was walking in the rain, looked up and it was getting sunny
She play with her nose, real snow bunny
Diamonds falling out my Cuban link, I'm dropping gems
Shot my shot with her, all net, ain't even touch the rim
I seen what he did, he think I ain't see him
LOL, wait 'til I see him
I'm an action type of guy, I don't speak a lot
Just threw one back, it got me feeling like an astronaut
My chop' be talking'with his tongue, he like to spit a lot
He wanna say it, but he nervous, he can't get it out
It's hard to vibe with n!ggas, I don't really vibe with n!ggas
I need to join a clan, don't fu*k with a lot of n!ggas
My patience kinda bad, I be quick to shot a n!gga
My grandma kinda bad, I make quick to shoot a n!gga
Ma say, "Let it go," she know what I do to n!ggas
Ma say, "Let it go," she be tryna spare you n!ggas
Ten thousand, all fifties, remind me of my boo
Stack of fifties super pink, it make me think of you
I hit two of your friends and you ain't got a clue
What Nudy say? "Look what that money make a b!tch do"

[Chorus]
I got my foot on top of they neck, no, I can't let 'em breathe
My life a movie, tell 'em put this s*it on DVD
I don't care who he is or what he did, that boy can't fu*k with me
He don't never smile, why you got them diamond teeth?
N!ggas want to be cool with me, so I won't hit they ho
You been saw the signs, you been should've let her go
She talk a lot, to shut her up, I put it in her throat
She a bad b!tch, real throat G.O.A.T.