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点击复制Beef(feat. Meek Mill) (Clean) - Tee Grizzley/Meek Mill
Written by：Terry Wallace/Robert Williams/Martin Mc Curtis Rafeal
Helluva made this beat baby
Haa
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 ni**a lurking
I come on your street
We're just creeping on these niggas yeah
F**k talking let that metal bang ni**a
Murk 'em
I don't squash no beef
We ain't throwing no flags
I was taught to handle everything ni**a handle that
I don't play with no beef
We ain't play with no p**sy
Run in his crib and kill everything living you hear me brr
If I wanted a ni**a gone he a dead man he through
Say my name on his song he a dead man that's your a**
Tryna hide behind your niggas that's your man's a** ni**a
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 b**ch we still got them scooby doo vans still slidin'
F**k with me I'ma come to where you stand
And walk in your house with big sh*t like I'm finna move in
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 ni**a 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 ni**a lurking
I come on your street
We're just creeping on these niggas yeah
F**k talking let that metal bang ni**a
Murk 'em
I don't squash no beef
We ain't throwing no flags
I was taught to handle everything ni**a handle that
I don't play with no beef
We ain't play with no p**sy
Run in his crib and kill everything living you hear me brr
Yeah ni**a diss me in these raps how we gon' go about it
We gon' go about it
When we wack 'em sh*t Obama prolly gon' know about it brr
Load the chopper crack the window when we rollin' by there it go
F**k 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 ni**a 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 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 ni**a lurking
I come on your street
We're just creeping on these niggas yeah
F**k talking let that metal bang ni**a
Murk 'em
I don't squash no beef
We ain't throwing no flags
I was taught to handle everything ni**a handle that
I don't play with no beef
We ain't play with no p**sy
Run in his crib and kill everything living you hear me it's on
I see the fear in your face ni**a lying
And ain't no turning back I got my mind made ni**a for real
I chase ni**a eliminate niggas ayy
Tell 'em leek that lemon squeeze ain't for lemonade ni**a no
I ain't no hatin' a** ni**a but I hate niggas hate 'em
What they gone do that doctor ain't got sh*t to save niggas it go
I'm through the city in that range with my thang ni**a on my momma
Say my name and get banged that's on gang ni**a gang gang gang
Still putting draco's on the plane ni**a draco
Stopped the PJ in your city we ain't playin' ni**a skurt
Heard he sneak dissing seen him what you sayin' ni**a 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 cousin's name with the grams in him
Catch his homie out in traffic that's your man ni**a that's your man
He say he don't f**k with you and he a fan of us p**sy
These niggas tweet a lot these niggas text a lot
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 ni**a
Send your whole squad a message like a group text uh brr
Hit your dawg 20 times ni**a 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 ni**a lurking
I come on your street
We're just creeping on these niggas yeah
F**k talking let that metal bang ni**a
Murk 'em
I don't squash no beef
We ain't throwing no flags
I was taught to handle everything ni**a handle that
I don't play with no beef
We ain't play with no p**sy
Run in his crib and kill everything living brr