BEEF Lyrics

Don't speak on beef, cus when he die-

Ugh

Ugh

Ugh, ugh, ugh

Ugh, ugh

Yeah

Don't speak on beef, cus when he die, they might just come and look for me

Me and Lo be toting glockys while we mobbing through the streets

Mama tell me I'm a problem, but ain't getting through to me

I can't name a time a op did what they said they'll do to me

Turn a nigga to a Ghost, bitch I been feeling like Tariq

Take a step inside the crib, this shit look like a bnb

Singer nigga, trapper nigga, bitch I feel like PNB

Even when a nigga staring, I know he ain't seeing me

45 got a kick

Got ya bitch thinking we soul tied, way I give her dick

It's the way she do the splits, shit just got me in a trance

40 on my hip, shit be weighing down my pants

She see me do my dance, now she tryna feel up on me

They patting down my pants but this FN in the uni

Tell her put it on my face, bitch I'm tryna grow a suni

Put the FN to his face if he try to run up on me

I came here with my homies, we all packing fully loaded

I tell her take a picture, think I'm posing how I tote it

Let it off and then reload it, bitch I'm tryna take a face off

I'm shooting like I'm Curry the way I'm throwing up this Tre ball

I be shooting but don't play ball

Bitch I'm in the field with my niggas, we don't play soft

You let them gas ya head, so Ima do you like I'm Adolf

Put some money on ya head and best believe that shit get paid off

Bitch I'm sliding in this cat, and I'm strapped, no cap

Peel a nigga cap back if he capping in his rap

He said he was moving packs, now he asking for a stack

Where ya money at brodie

You said that you was getting it, and now you fucking owe me

You said you 40 deep, so how you die by ya lonely

You acting like you hard, but ain't sliding bout ya homies

So now I think you phony

Im feeling like you fake

We catch you at that funeral, now you gone take his place

Get a pretty bitch to line you, we know you gone take the bait

You thinking that you fucking, now we fucking up ya face

Put some money where ya mouth is, yeah we can up the stakes

See the red and blues behind me, so I take em on a chase

Ugh

Don't speak on beef, cus when he die, they might just come and look for me

Me and Lo be toting glockys while we mobbing through the streets

Mama tell me I'm a problem, but ain't getting through to me

I can't name a time a op did what they said they'll do to me