Lyrics Beef - Gucci Mane, Waka Flocka Flame, Sy Ari Da Kid

Beef

Hey Man, this the squad\nPhone number’s three letters\nMore money, more bitches\n(This is a DJ new era exclusive)\nYour nigga’s a pussy, we smack him around\nPull out my pistol, I’m backing him down\nRunning your mouth, and I’ll run in your house\nCall to my nest, and I’m jerking you down\nYou buying a ounce, and you breaking it down\nHop in the house, and I’m burning it down\nYou walking away while I’m talking to you\nWell this A. K will hit you until you are wound\nDesert’ll hit you, and take off a leg\nDeath on your fingers will get you the bread\nCame from the country, I served my family\nWhy I keep tell niggas rock better lead\nHit in the head for something you said\nTorture a nigga, I wanted him dead\nYou leave me no options, you telling the feds\nThe partment was white, but I painted it red\nFuck a red girl when you deep in my debt\nYou love her so much, then cut me a check\nPay me respect or I’m slicing your neck\nCame on the Chris and got shot in the chest\nCut off your finger and cut off your thumb\nAnd I want you niggas to throw up your set\nKilling the driver and shooting the passenger\nBack seat niggas can’t get out the rest\nWe dissecting beef, we eat these niggas flesh\nWe dissecting beef, we eat these niggas flesh\nWe dissecting beef, we eat these niggas flesh\nBrick Squad for life nigga, inked it in my flesh\nWe dissecting beef, we eat these niggas flesh\nWe dissecting beef, we eat these niggas flesh\nWe dissecting beef, we eat these niggas flesh\nBrick Squad for life nigga, inked it in our flesh\nI told my nigga dissect the beef\nAnd eat that nigga flesh\nCold world, I can see that nigga breath\nSchool of hard knocks, got my heater on my desk\nGetting head from a student while I’m cheating on my test\nNo beginning, it’s the end of you\nBurner on me, raising temperatures\nYou are not a fucking killer, but gather all my nigga perpendicular\nBack when niggas was a youngin, and you was the lamest\nSee yeah, I remember you\nFacts upon me, no servina\nServe a nigga no subpoena\nNo nigga, I ain’t no killer but don’t push me\nCame in the game, we got good seats\nReal nigga know I ain’t squashing no hood beef\nWhat nigga? Don’t front nigga, you a fuck nigga, sup nigga\nFree my nigga Rido, and R.I.P to dump nigga\nWe dissecting beef, we eat these niggas flesh\nWe dissecting beef, we eat these niggas flesh\nWe dissecting beef, we eat these niggas flesh\nBrick Squad for life nigga, inked it in my flesh\nWe dissecting beef, we eat these niggas flesh\nWe dissecting beef, we eat these niggas flesh\nWe dissecting beef, we eat these niggas flesh\nBrick Squad for life nigga, inked it in our flesh\nI don’t owe you niggas shit, fuck favors\n$ 64,000 for this rollie, fuck the haters\nI, I don’t owe you niggas shit, fuck favors\n$ 64,000 for this rollie, fuck the haters\nWe dissecting beef, we eat these niggas flesh\nWe dissecting beef, we eat these niggas flesh\nWe dissecting beef, we eat these niggas flesh\nBrick Squad for life nigga, inked it in my flesh\nWe dissecting beef, we eat these niggas flesh\nWe dissecting beef, we eat these niggas flesh\nWe dissecting beef, we eat these niggas flesh\nBrick Squad for life nigga, inked it in our flesh