Like The Beatles Boss Top (Ft. King Von)

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[Chorus: Boss Top & King Von]
(Von) My guys rock like the Beatles (Huh?)
My Glock knocking like Speakers (Boom)
Niggas gettin' popped like liters (What?)
Talkin' my shit like a preacher (Von)
My guys rock like the Beatles (Huh?)
My Glock knocking like Speakers (Boom)
Niggas gettin' popped like liters (What?)
Talkin' my shit like a preacher (Yeah)
Nigga want that feature (What, what?), have that bread like Pita (Huh, what?)
Fuck what you think, they was talkin bout Jesus (Huh, what?)
Hopped off the porch, I was young with the heater (Gang)
Caught me a body, I was creepin' like Jeepers (Boom, boom)
Smoking on gas, Diesel, I'm on yo ass, ain't talkin Evisu (Ain't talkin' Evisu, man)
Popped me an addy, dropped school, I'm the teacher (What, nah)
And i'm so focused, I don't even need em (Damn, damn)
Pockets on swollie, red Bottoms bleeding (Pockets on full, nigga)
Fuck all the opps, xan money don't feed 'em (Xan money don't feed 'em, nigga)
Jail hit his ass, have 'em sliced like a pita
Murder, make a play, sellin crack to the geekers (Yeah)

[Interlude]
HoodRich, bitch
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DJ Bandz, ohh man