Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Beef , by - Tee Grizzley. Release date: 31.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Beef |
| Helluva made this beat, baby |
| Ha |
| 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 niggas |
| You know I’m on top of everything, nigga (Lurking) |
| I come on your street |
| We’re just creeping on these niggas (Yeah) |
| Fuck talking, let that metal bang, nigga |
| Murk 'em |
| I don’t squash no beef |
| We ain’t throwing no flags |
| I was taught to handle everything, nigga (Handle that) |
| I don’t play with no beef |
| We ain’t play with no pussy |
| Run in his crib and kill everything living, you hear me? |
| (Brr) |
| If I wanted a nigga 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 niggas, that’s your man’s ass (nigga) |
| 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, bitch, we still got them Scooby Doo vans (Still slidin') |
| Fuck with me, I’ma come to where you stayin' |
| And walk in your house with big shit like I’m finna move in |
| (Tell that bitch, we in this bitch) |
| Let me say that I don’t wanna see you bustlin' (Kill the niggas) |
| Niggas in your backyard and on your front grass (We here) |
| And then don’t shot cribs, they gon' give you one chance |
| Like nigga, come outside or we gon' come in, boy |
| I don’t sleep on no beef |
| We ain’t sleeping on these niggas |
| You know I’m on top of everything, nigga (Lurking) |
| I come on your street |
| We’re just creeping on these niggas (Yeah) |
| Fuck talking, let that metal bang, nigga |
| Murk 'em |
| I don’t squash no beef |
| We ain’t throwing no flags |
| I was taught to handle everything, nigga (Handle that) |
| I don’t play with no beef |
| We ain’t play with no pussy |
| Run in his crib and kill everything living, you hear me? |
| (Brr) |
| Yeah, nigga 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) |
| Fuck 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 nigga said we tried to squash it then you know he lyin' (Fall) |
| I told my youngin' grab that rifle, set that boy on fire (Brr) |
| Couple niggas 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 niggas (Like what?) |
| Like it’s auto with that auto, we gone squeeze niggas (Facts) |
| I don’t sleep on no beef |
| We ain’t sleeping on these niggas |
| You know I’m on top of everything, nigga (Lurking) |
| I come on your street |
| We’re just creeping on these niggas (Yeah) |
| Fuck talking, let that metal bang, nigga |
| Murk 'em |
| I don’t squash no beef |
| We ain’t throwing no flags |
| I was taught to handle everything, nigga (Handle that) |
| I don’t play with no beef |
| We ain’t play with no pussy |
| Run in his crib and kill everything living, you hear me? |
| (It's on) |
| I see the fear in your face, nigga (Lying) |
| And ain’t no turning back, I got my mind made, nigga (For real) |
| I chase nigga, eliminate niggas (Ayy) |
| Tell 'em Meek, that lemon squeeze ain’t for lemonade, nigga (No) |
| I ain’t no hatin' ass nigga, but I hate niggas (Hate 'em) |
| What they gone do, that doctor ain’t got shit to save niggas (It go) |
| I’m through the city in that Range with my thang, nigga (On my momma) |
| Say my name and get banged, that’s on gang, nigga (Gang, gang, gang) |
| Still putting Draco’s on the plane, nigga (Draco) |
| Stopped the PJ in your city, we ain’t playin' nigga (Skurt) |
| Heard he sneak dissing, seen him, what you sayin', nigga (What you sayin'?) |
| Loss of memory, he 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, nigga? |
| (That's your man?) |
| He say he don’t fuck with you and he a fan of us, pussy |
| These niggas tweet a lot, these niggas 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, nigga?) |
| Send your whole squad a message like a group text (Uh, brr) |
| Hit your dawg 20 times, nigga, 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 niggas |
| You know I’m on top of everything, nigga (Lurking) |
| I come on your street |
| We’re just creeping on these niggas (Yeah) |
| Fuck talking, let that metal bang, nigga |
| Murk 'em |
| I don’t squash no beef |
| We ain’t throwing no flags |
| I was taught to handle everything, nigga (Handle that) |
| I don’t play with no beef |
| We ain’t play with no pussy |
| Run in his crib and kill everything living (Brr) |