Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Beef, artist - 9lokkNine. Date of issue: 30.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Beef |
| I done mixed murder with that beef, it ain’t turn out nice |
| I call these niggas Tony Tiger tryna earn they stripes |
| Them boys caught deuces when we spit, I’m shooting with precise |
| I’m in his head just like a dread, or better yet, some lice |
| I done mixed murder with that beef, it ain’t turn out nice |
| I call these niggas Tony Tiger tryna earn they stripes |
| Them boys caught deuces when we spit, I’m shooting with precise |
| I’m in his head just like a dread, or better yet, some lice |
| Niggas talking brazy, so fugazi, 'cause I signed to Baby |
| Bitch, you gotta pay me, ain’t no maybe, that 2000's baby |
| I just wanna blow, but all these folks, they tryna fucking play me |
| If I kick the door, good Lord, I know the consequence I’m making |
| Sent 'em up the road like why you had two hundred fucking saying? |
| Six off to the dome 'cause niggas told, the statements, yeah they made it |
| Tryna paint a picture but don’t got the paintbrushes to paint it |
| Crackers tryna frame me |
| Behind my day one, I can’t fucking claim it |
| Got tired of all that dissing, this and that, tryna give the whack |
| My nigga hollerin' ten-four, roger that, I trick or treat him back |
| Halloween my fire gon' ha-ha that, intercept the sack |
| No Cover 3, I let them dogs attack, we gon' sic on that |
| I done mixed murder with that beef, it ain’t turn out nice |
| I call these niggas Tony Tiger tryna earn they stripes |
| Them boys caught deuces when we spit, I’m shooting with precise |
| I’m in his head just like a dread, or better yet, some lice |
| I done mixed murder with that beef, it ain’t turn out nice |
| I call these niggas Tony Tiger tryna earn they stripes |
| Them boys caught deuces when we spit, I’m shooting with precise |
| I’m in his head just like a dread, or better yet, some lice |
| Contemplating on some bodies 'cause I got me some enemies |
| Only real niggas in my circle, I don’t do the frenemies |
| Bitch, you know I’m Shotta Fam, and you niggas ain’t no kin to me |
| Crew of niggas talkin' down, so I’m goin' on a killing spree |
| Brand new Draco, got a fifty round, I love how it sound |
| Just like Yung Joc, if he play around, then it’s gon' down |
| I’m an East Memphis baby, all they do is move them pounds |
| I’m exposing all these niggas 'cause these niggas really clowns |
| That nigga jumped in the water, it was too deep |
| I just got me a Glock, that’s a two-three |
| A brand new chopper, finna kick it, hold .223's |
| And when I bust it, I’ma send a nigga six feet deep, yeah |
| I done mixed murder with that beef, it ain’t turn out nice |
| I call these niggas Tony Tiger tryna earn they stripes |
| Them boys caught deuces when we spit, I’m shooting with precise |
| I’m in his head just like a dread, or better yet, some lice |
| I done mixed murder with that beef, it ain’t turn out nice |
| I call these niggas Tony Tiger tryna earn they stripes |
| Them boys caught deuces when we spit, I’m shooting with precise |
| I’m in his head just like a dread, or better yet, some lice |