Can't Quarantine the Beat Video (MV)

They put me on like I'm some new tags
I kick so much dough Ima have to get a shoe bag
I smell that smell I'm on the trail just like Toucan
I'm going ham, don't give a damn
I make em cry like, "Who mans' that!?"

I spit splat on the track, make sure it's audible
Behave in the waves that I make, I'm feeling nautical
The flow and the beat be like cops to every follicle
They make the hairs stick up and freeze like a popsicle

And BoKO you know he's just so damn masterful
He chewin' on the track back to back until his mouth is full
Lifestyle like I live is kind of tactical
Thinking how the two seater coupe is pretty practical

Can't Quarantine the Beat

Can't quarantine me, no the beat don't stop
Like my hoopty that be slumpadumpin' 'round and 'round the block
Turn it up until it's smelling like the woofers gonna pop
The A/C can't keep me cool, I'm too damn hot

And martial law trynna make your boy stagnant
While a crowd of women waiting on me lookin' like a beauty pageant
'Cuz I make their worries disappear like magic
And a life without me once you knew me would be tragic

Braggin' is what the haters say I'm doing
But I'm just draggin' that whip until the tires are ruined
Doin' so much extra but that aint the gum I'm chewin'
Still sleeping like a baby my ol' lady said she heard me cooin'

Then I wake up before the coffee's even done brewin'
I aint never number 2 unless it's on the track pooin'
Never run either but the hustle keep movin'
I wouldn't imagine any different conclusion