VonOff1700 - Beat Up The Road lyrics

Free my hood, nigga, f**k your hood, nigga
I'm still posted on the Ave
Where it’s all good, nigga
Tell the opps come post they side, we gon'
Pull up and kill all they ass, nigga
(Free them drivers, free them murderers, man)

I say
What 'bout the opps? We be killin’ they ass
(For real) what 'bout they block? We
Be spinnin' they shit (They shit)
If I can't get to him, I'm sendin' a blitz
(Go get 'em)
Way before rap, I was goin' on hits
None of that shit gon’ change, still toss
With the gang, get a switch
I’m extendin' the clip (For real)
Walk with that bitch in my hand
I’ll be damned if I got that
Bitch tucked on my hip



Bitch, we just beat up the road
Came back with twenty-two thousand
Off an eight-hour trip (Facts)
Kick her ass right out the crib, put
On your clothes, go on 'head, call your Lyft
(Bye) caught his ass goin' to work
Bounced out on him
The nigga was clockin' his shift
(His dumb ass) famous done broke my app, he
Can pay niggas’ bonds
He done got rich off 'scripts

My right pocket filled with dubs, I guess
It's a Blood, my left pocket blues
It's Crip i ain't gon' say too much
But you can go ask what happened
When they shot up my whip (They dead)
His dumb ass died at the store
Was it really worth it? Them
Must've been some good-ass chips
We killed that nigga on camera
Play that shit back, we got a good-ass clip
Bro 'nem'll glass your Chase, come get great
We got some good-ass slips (Shit)
Baby, I don't even wanna fack
But you could suck it
You got some clear-ass lips (For real)
You wanna learn how to slide? Ask Toss Gang
We got some good-ass tips
One of the opps so fat
Can't wait 'til he die
That's gon' be a big old RIP
That nigga say he with the hottest
He just dropped a tape
That bitch got so many skips
Can't even open my eyes, I'm
Gone off the drank
I done took too many sips (For real)
If I could do it, nigga, you could do it
I done climbed too many cliffs (Shit)
I ain't got shit to give
Don't come 'round beggin'
I done gave too many gifts (No cap)
If none of this shit don't work
We back in the basement, nigga
We right on 5th
Playin' them internet games and
Dissin' the dead
That got his dumb ass killed
Soon as he got in the
Station, the lil' nigga told
I knew the nigga wasn't built (Bitch ass)
Left his ass layin' on the ground
Bullet holes all in his head
Left his dumb ass stiff (Dead ass)

Bitch, we just beat up the road
Came back with twenty-two thousand
Off an eight-hour trip (For real)
Kick her ass right out the crib, put
On your clothes, go on 'head, call your Lyft
Caught his ass goin' to work
Bounced out on him
The nigga was clockin' his shift
Famous done broke my app, he
Can pay niggas' bonds
He done got rich off scripts

We'll kill everybody, nigga
We'll come kill you, nigga
We'll— I'll slime my own blood, nigga
I don't give no f**k, nigga
The biggest, nigga