BEAT IT
Young Dolph & Paper Route Empire Lyrics

This shit no pen, no pad
I don't need a pen and paper to create this music

Denaro, where the love at?
Denaro, where is the support and affection for our music?

I get the pack and I beat it, I beat it, beat it, beat it, uh
I acquire the drugs and sell them quickly and efficiently

Too much drip and I make yo' bitch eat it (drip, drip, eat it up)
I have an overwhelming amount of style and charisma, and I impress your girl with it

I slide with the baby K, I'm undefeated (brrt)
I'm always armed with a small automatic firearm, and I have never been defeated

Play with my gang, make yo' ass need a deacon (outta there)
If you mess with my group, you'll need a clergyman to help you out of the situation

Yup, I'll make your ass need a deacon (he gone)
Yes, I'll make sure you need a clergyman, and you'll be gone from the scene

Put loads in them drums, on your block and we beat it (brrt-brrt)
We load our firearms and violently attack your neighborhood, overpowering and defeating anyone who opposes us

.556 Michael Jackson, yeah, I make you beat it (uh)
I'm wielding a .556 caliber firearm, just like the late Michael Jackson's hit song 'Beat It', and I intimidate you to leave

I got big racks in them Glocks when you see me (uh)
I carry large amounts of money and have powerful guns whenever you encounter me

High-speed, the narc's can't stop in the Hemi (yoom, outta there)
I drive at high speeds in a Dodge Hemi, making it impossible for law enforcement agents to catch up to me and escape quickly

Nah, I can't stop in the Hemi (uh-uh)
No, I cannot slow down or come to a stop in the Dodge Hemi

Late-night creepin', I slide with them gremlins
I engage in illegal activities and sneak around at night with my dangerous associates

Barrels and bodies, you know we got plenty (no cap)
We have an abundance of firearms and dead bodies, and this is not an exaggeration

Bitch, this a Drac', I ain't tuckin' no semi (brrt)
This is a Draco, a powerful type of firearm, and I'm not concealing a smaller semi-automatic weapon

They stealin' my style, so I had to switch it up
Other artists are copying my unique style, so I made a necessary adjustment to differentiate myself

I got the juice like a sippy cup
I possess the power and influence, similar to the juice in a sippy cup

I hit this bitch from the back and I told the ho get it up
I engaged in sexual activity with this woman from behind and instructed her to continue with enthusiasm

Run up on me, ambulance gon' pick ya up (brrt-brrt)
If you confront me aggressively, you will end up needing medical attention as I retaliate with gunfire

Yeah, they gon' pick ya up (brrt)
Yes, emergency services will come to your aid

Bad ass nigga makin' plays out a steamer truck (yoom)
I am a fearless and skilled individual conducting illegal activities from a delivery truck

I had no choice but to get it up (trap)
I was compelled to engage in illegal activities and participate in the drug trade

Lay in the bushes, aim in through the scope
I hide in the shrubbery, aiming my firearm with precision through the scope

Wait on this fuck nigga to walk out the door
I patiently wait for my enemy to exit the building

Made millions off rap, but I love sellin' dope
I have earned a substantial amount of money from my music career, but I still have a strong inclination towards the illegal drug trade

Most valuable player, boy, go ask your ho (ayy)
I am the most important and influential person in this game, go ask your girl and she will vouch for it

Two to the chest and one to the head
I shoot two bullets into the chest and one into the head, ensuring my target is eliminated

And that's when we fled when he hit the floor (bah)
Once he falls to the ground, we quickly escape the scene

Do I get along with rappers? No
I don't have good relationships with other artists in the music industry

But ask the trappers 'bout me, bitch, I'm the G.O.A.T (Dolph)
However, if you inquire about me to the drug dealers, they will tell you that I am the greatest of all time

Whole lotta motherfuckin' ice 'round my throat (woo)
I wear a significant amount of expensive jewelry around my neck

Business meeting with the plug on the boat (yeah)
I have a meeting with my drug supplier on a boat, conducting illegal business

Bad Puerto Rican bitch needs some blow (yeah)
A attractive Puerto Rican woman requires cocaine

She too fine, but I don't trust a ho (uh-uh)
She is incredibly attractive, but I don't have faith in her loyalty

She drinkin' wine and I poured me a four
She is consuming wine while I prepare a mixed drink with codeine cough syrup

She called her friend, now I'm fuckin' 'em both (ah, ah, ah, ah)
She contacted her friend, and now I am engaging in sexual activity with both of them

Clutchin' my Glock while they both give me sloppy
I hold onto my Glock pistol tightly while they both perform oral sex on me

Seven figures at the stash house in Raleigh (racks)
I have millions of dollars stored in a hidden location in Raleigh

Nothin' but choppas at the house in Bartlett (yeah-yeah)
I only keep assault rifles at my residence in Bartlett

We ride Hellcats, not no motherfuckin' Harleys
We drive Dodge Challenger Hellcats, not ordinary Harley-Davidson motorcycles

Trust nobody 'cause I'm cold-hearted
I don't trust anyone because I am emotionally detached and unfeeling

My young nigga Big Unccc, bitch, he the hardest
My young associate named Big Unccc, he is the most formidable and skilled