- Tee Grizzley Beef 歌词
- Tee Grizzley
- Helluva made this beat, baby
Haa
Meek, you got your strap?
Ain't nothin' to talk 'bout
Let's get it
I don't sleep on no beef
We ain't sleeping on these n*ggas
You know I'm on top of everything, n*gga (Lurking)
I come on your street
We're just creeping on these n*ggas (Yeah)
F*ck talking, let that metal bang, n*gga
Murk 'em
I don't squash no beef
We ain't throwing no flags
I was taught to handle everything, n*gga (Handle that)
I don't play with no beef
We ain't play with no p*ssy
Run in his crib and kill everything living, you hear me? (Brr)
If I wanted a n*gga gone, he a dead man (He through)
Say my name on his song, he a dead man (That's your ass)
Tryna hide behind your n*ggas, that's your man's ass (n*gga)
I leave his whole body bloody, call him Red Man
Hit the club in them Audi trucks and threw bands
Don't get it twisted, b*tch, we still got them Scooby Doo vans (Still slidin')
F*ck with me, I'ma come to where you stand
And walk in your house with big shit like I'm finna move in
(Tell that b*tch, we in this b*tch)
Let me say that I don't wanna see you bustlin' (Kill the n*ggas)
N*ggas in your backyard and on your front grass (We here)
And then don't shot cribs, they gon' give you one chance
Like n*gga, come outside or we gon' come in, boy
I don't sleep on no beef
We ain't sleeping on these n*ggas
You know I'm on top of everything, n*gga (Lurking)
I come on your street
We're just creeping on these n*ggas (Yeah)
F*ck talking, let that metal bang, n*gga
Murk 'em
I don't squash no beef
We ain't throwing no flags
I was taught to handle everything, n*gga (Handle that)
I don't play with no beef
We ain't play with no p*ssy
Run in his crib and kill everything living, you hear me? (Brr)
Yeah, n*gga diss me in these raps
How we gon' go about it (We gon' go about it)
When we wack 'em, shit Obama prolly gon' know about it (Brr)
Load the chopper, crack the window when we rollin' by (There it go)
F*ck a drive-by, run 'em down so we know we got 'em (Hit 'em)
Know we chopping, test 'em and we leave you Holy Bible (Woo)
All this money got me thinking what I owe my rivals (Pussies)
A n*gga said we tried to squash it then you know we lyin' (Fall)
I told my youngin' grab that rifle, set that boy on fire (Brr)
Couple n*ggas used to be with us,
We ain't make it to they funeral, they said that we did it
If we make it through the summer, we gon' leave n*ggas (Like what?)
Like it's auto with that auto, we gone squeeze n*ggas (Facts)
I don't sleep on no beef
We ain't sleeping on these n*ggas
You know I'm on top of everything, n*gga (Lurking)
I come on your street
We're just creeping on these n*ggas (Yeah)
F*ck talking, let that metal bang, n*gga
Murk 'em
I don't squash no beef
We ain't throwing no flags
I was taught to handle everything, n*gga (Handle that)
I don't play with no beef
We ain't play with no p*ssy
Run in his crib and kill everything living, you hear me? (It's on)
I see the fear in your face, n*gga (Lying)
And ain't no turning back, I got my mind made, n*gga (For real)
I chase n*gga, eliminate n*ggas (Ayy)
Tell 'em Leek, that lemon squeeze ain't for lemonade, n*gga (No)
I ain't no hatin' ass n*gga, but I hate n*ggas (Hate 'em)
What they gone do, that doctor ain't got shit to save n*ggas (It go)
I'm through the city in that Range with my thang, n*gga (On my momma)
Say my name and get banged, that's on gang, n*gga
Still putting Draco's on the plane, n*gga (Draco)
Stopped the PJ in your city, we ain't playin' n*gga (Skurt)
Heard he sneak dissing, seen him, what you sayin', n*gga (What you sayin'?)
Lost the memory, him must have had them Xans in him (On them Xans)
Still ride SRTs with the yams in 'em (SKurt)
Rental in my cousin's name with the grams in him
Catch his homie out in traffic, that's your man, n*gga? (That's your man?)
He say he don't f*ck with you and he a fan of us, p*ssy
These n*ggas tweet a lot, these n*ggas text alot
What they gone do when I pull up and make em' catch a lot?
Blue beam on that choppa Kamehameha
I throw them dragon balls at you like I'm Kakarot (boom, boom, boom)
Circle through your hood, where your crew at? (Where your crew, n*gga?)
Send your whole squad a message like a group text (Uh, brr)
Hit your dawg 20 times, n*gga, you next (You next)
Squeeze that Glock until my trigger finger blue-black (Bow)
I don't sleep on no beef
We ain't sleeping on these n*ggas
You know I'm on top of everything, n*gga (Lurking)
I come on your street
We're just creeping on these n*ggas (Yeah)
F*ck talking, let that metal bang, n*gga
Murk 'em
I don't squash no beef
We ain't throwing no flags
I was taught to handle everything, n*gga (Handle that)
I don't play with no beef
We ain't play with no p*ssy
Run in his crib and kill everything living (Brr)
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