Beef With Uzi lyrics

[Intro]
(Taurus)
(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)

[Chorus]
n*ggas die every day, tryna beef, with Lil Uzi (Yeah)
I brought a 30 right there, in the club
Hangin', out the ruler
Shot his sh*t up till that n*gga gon' p*ss
Hit his, medula (Shot his sh*t up till that n*gga gon' p*ss)
Everything come around in full circle, just like, a hula (Woah)
Let's go (Woah), walk down gang be with me
pus*y
I ain't even turn to a shooter till this year
Did a drive-by in fast sh*t, and that Rick gear (Skrt)
Got a vest on my body like I work for [?]
Trackhawk, pull up with the Brembos, good year

[Verse]
I know it's gon' turn out like this, 'cause I'm turnt up
If a n*gga talk sh*t he get burnt up
All the hits, I paid four guys strike, I'm turnt up
Big Donk on my block, I'm earnt up
One of my shooters, he'll roll you over sober
My other shooter, he Perc'd up
We put the magazines right in the bottom of (SIG)
Send you to Hell, make you hot like the bottom of
n*gga it's that Cookie, Insomnia
I'm on the block I can't go to sleep, I got Insomnia
You owe me like less than three days, then we findin' ya'
Put the bricks on your feet just like the Mafia
Burnt that on my head, like I'm Ms. Connie's son
Check on that boy, hit him, we turned him [?]
I'm off a G6 and my body is out of here
Shot that boy in his ear, 'cause he was hard-to-hear (Woah)
[Bridge]
Slatt
b*tch ass n*gga, I ain't even really pus*y, for real, slatt
I'm really on this, young Philly n*gga, been goin', gettin' these n*ggas rolled, slatt
Blatt
Blatt
Blatt
Blatt
Grr

[Chorus]
n*ggas die every day, tryna beef, with Lil Uzi (Yeah)
I brought a 30 right there, in the club
Hangin', out the ruler
Shot his sh*t up till that n*gga gon' p*ss
Hit his, medula
Everything come around in full circle, just like, a hula (Woah, woah)
Walk down gang be with me
I ain't even turn to a shooter till this year
Did a drive-by in fast sh*t, and that Rick gear (Skrt)
Got a vest on my body like I work for [?]
Trackhawk, pull up with the Brembos, good year
n*ggas die every day, tryna beef, with Lil Uzi (Yeah)
I brought a 30 right there, in the club
Hangin', out the ruler
Shot his sh*t up till that n*gga gon' p*ss
Hit his, medula
Everything come around in full circle, just like, a hula (Woah, woah)
Walk down gang be with me
I ain't even turn to a shooter till this year
Did a drive-by in fast sh*t, and that Rick gear (Skrt)
Got a vest on my body like I work for [?]
Trackhawk, pull up with the Brembos, good year