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Date of issue: 19.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
How |
Don’t take it personal, it’s just business |
Mazza, wagwan? |
How the fuck can this beef get squashed? |
Do you know how many niggas been got? |
Would you risk your life for the gang? |
Or would you run if it got on tops? |
What do you know 'bout being on bail for a shh |
And still out 'ere lettin' it pop? |
Last year it was ride non stop |
This year suttin' already got dropped |
How the fuck can this beef get squashed? |
Do you know how many niggas been got? |
Would you risk your life for the gang? |
Or would you run if it got on tops? |
What do you know 'bout being on bail for a shh |
And still out 'ere lettin' it pop? |
Last year it was ride non stop |
This year suttin' already got-got |
Yeah, we put corn in clips |
Just like I put corn in your bredrin |
Get man down for my 7s |
We do drills and we ain’t repentin' |
This bruck back comin' all hefty |
Don’t need no sweets, got plenty |
Last time I stepped 'round there was like last week |
And I left it messy |
If a dinger’s dead then I’m jumpin' in |
And I’ll take that risk |
If I see that punk, I swear I won’t miss |
Yeah, I’ll turn man spliff |
They just hide and rap, and they’re touchin' kids |
I feel to touch man’s sis |
Nah, they ain’t on nu’n, made that pussy run |
When I touch my hip |
This is real life rap but I ain’t no rapper |
I really live what I speak |
We invest in waps and we make that crash |
I’m a addict for beef |
I don’t need to pretend, it was me who shot at your friends |
They see me live in the flesh |
Forget their balls, wouldn’t think they’re men |
Got beef with gems, don’t lack before you meet your end |
How the fuck can this beef get squashed? |
Do you know how many niggas been got? |
Would you risk your life for the gang? |
Or would you run if it got on tops? |
What do you know 'bout being on bail for a shh |
And still out 'ere lettin' it pop? |
Last year it was ride non stop |
How the fuck can this beef get squashed? |
Do you know how many niggas been got? |
Would you risk your life for the gang? |
Or would you run if it got on tops? |
What do you know 'bout being on bail for a shh |
And still out 'ere lettin' it pop? |
Last year it was ride non stop |
This year suttin' already got-got |
This beef can never get squashed |
We apply that pressure, we ain’t gonna stop |
YB, that’s blood for him |
I’ll slap that wap bare hands, no gloves |
Bareback that, lean out and buss |
Last time I got 'round, suttin' got touched |
Truss, no fuss when we ride of punks |
Tell me the beef ain’t fun |
Pop them doors, we chase 'cause the opp boys run |
Free CB, C1, too tappy |
Real life booters, I claim the gladly |
Snizz, Ramz, bros in the can |
I put in on my life that they get slappy |
Sweets in the mash, I’m slappin' out candy |
Old school days, used to do it in cabby’s |
Free T.I., Nattz and Dazzy |
Can’t forget Blackz, he drills with waps |
Go ask the opps how their friend turned pack |
Catch AM’s, attempted kill |
If there’s no skeng though, stainless steel |
He trips, I’ll show him the beef is real |
I’m the reason his juice got spilled |
Left him wet when I made him squeal |
Got the twin barrel dots, no Jack and Jill |
Two pops, how the fuck can this beef get squashed? |
(How the fuck can this beef |
get squashed?) |
Do you know how many niggas been got? |
Would you risk your life for the gang? |
Or would you run if it got on tops? |
What do you know 'bout being on bail for a shh |
And still out 'ere lettin' it pop? |
Last year it was ride non stop |
How the fuck can this beef get squashed? |
Do you know how many niggas been got? |
Would you risk your life for the gang? |
Or would you run if it got on tops? |
What do you know 'bout being on bail for a shh |
And still out 'ere lettin' it pop? |
Last year it was ride non stop |
This year suttin' already got-got |