Beef

Helluva made this beat, baby
Haa
Meek, you got your strap?
Aint nothin to talk bout
Lets get it
I dont sleep on no beef
We aint sleeping on these n*ggas
You know Im on top of everything, n*gga (Lurking)
I come on your street
Were just creeping on these n*ggas (Yeah)
F*ck talking , let that metal bang, n*gga
Murk em
I dont squash no beef
We aint throwing no flags
I was taught to handle everything, n*gga (Handle that)
I dont play with no beef
We aint 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 (Thats your ass)
Tryna hide behind your n*ggas, thats your mans ass (n*gga)
I leave his whole body bloody, call him Red Man
Hit the club in them Audi trucks and threw bands
Dont get it twisted, b*tch, we still got them Scooby Doo vans (Still slidin)
F*ck with me, Ima come to where you stand
And walk in your house with big shit like Im finna move in
(Tell that b*tch, we in this b*tch)
Let me say that I dont wanna see you bustlin (Kill the n*ggas)
N*ggas in your backyard and on your front grass (We here)
And then dont shot cribs, they gon give you one chance
Like n*gga, come outside or we gon come in, boy

I dont sleep on no beef
We aint sleeping on these n*ggas
You know Im on top of everything, n*gga (Lurking)
I come on your street
Were just creeping on these n*ggas (Yeah)
F*ck talking, let that metal bang, n*gga
Murk em
I dont squash no beef
We aint throwing no flags
I was taught to handle everything, n*gga (Handle that)
I dont play with no beef
We aint 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 aint 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 its auto with that auto, we gone squeeze n*ggas (Facts)

I dont sleep on no beef
We aint sleeping on these n*ggas
You know Im on top of everything, n*gga ( Lurking)
I come on your street
Were just creeping on these n*ggas (Yeah)
F*ck talking, let that metal bang, n*gga
Murk em
I dont squash no beef
We aint throwing no flags
I was taught to handle everything, n*gga (Handle that)
I dont play with no beef
We aint play with no p*ssy
Run in his crib and kill everything living, you hear me? (Its on)

I see the fear in your face, n*gga (Lying)
And aint 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 aint for lemonade, n*gga (No)
I aint no hatin ass n*gga, but I hate n*ggas (Hate em)
What they gone do, that doctor aint got shit to save n*ggas (It go)
Im through the city in that Range with my thang, n*gga ( On my momma)
Say my name and get banged, thats on gang, n*gga

Still putting Dracos on the plane, n*gga (Draco)
Stopped the PJ in your city, we aint 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 cousins name with the grams in him
Catch his homie out in traffic, thats your man, n*gga? (Thats your man?)
He say he dont 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 Im 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 dont sleep on no beef
We aint sleeping on these n*ggas
You know Im on top of everything, n*gga (Lurking )
I come on your street
Were just creeping on these n*ggas (Yeah)
F*ck talking, let that metal bang, n*gga
Murk em
I dont squash no beef
We aint throwing no flags
I was taught to handle everything, n*gga (Handle that)
I dont play with no beef
We aint play with no p*ssy
Run in his crib and kill everything living (Brr)