Fucc All Da Beef lyrics

[Intro]
(Glo made that beat?)

[Verse 1: D Munna 1hunna]
AMG EBK link up
DOA, same thing, don't get it f*cked up
They know how we play, shots to his face
Man down, know we gotta hawk him
I told lil' brodie to off him
Bunny hop, you get put in a coffin
Hole in his head, then make him a dolphin, that's for all of the talkin'
Yo, CHII, they don't know
If a n*gga move wock, we gon' throw
Two feds might shoot through the coat
Hit the gas in the V, then get low
Jiggy fast on his feet, man, we know
And, no, we don't f*ck with no O's
And, no, we don't f*ck with no Choos
Every n*gga with me ready to throw
Let it flock, clear the block
n*ggas know that we do this a lot
And it's big EBK, f*ck all the opps
No, we don't f*ck with nobody
Move wock, get shots to the body
Free Thunder, that's gang, free Gotti
They be movin' like Bobby and Roddy
Keep a stick like I'm playing hockey
But I'm in the field for real
They say they outside, but where n*ggas at?
I'll get you killed for real
First one I see, man, he gettin' whacked
Like, spliff him, light em up
Like, that boy just got turned to a pack
No 2Pac, hit him up
Tell them b*tch n*ggas, "Go get ba—"
[Verse 2: CHII WVTTZ]
Number one, keep your pole up
n*gga died 'cause he froze up
Number two, you better just shoot
b*tch, I back out the beam, put it right on the group
Number three, never trust no b*tch
Got shot in the telly, got lined by a smooch
Number four, better do what you do
'Cause if I catch a n*gga, we mix him like soup
Number five, better have you a [?]
If you spin through the Sev, brodie flippin' the coupe
Number six, I predicted this sh*t
She be suckin' and swallowin' crews
Number seven, I'm a demon and sh*t
I be leavin' n*ggas on the news
Number eight, keep squeezin' this sh*t
Get booked with a chop, n*gga, I refuse
Number nine, leave him bleedin' and sh*t
n*ggas already knew that they was gon' lose
Number ten, I be peepin' this sh*t
n*ggas ya mans, they be sneakin' and sh*t
Gang, I thought I was tweakin' and sh*t
Got me a b*tch, she a freak on the di*k
Gang, and I'm back in the town with the sitchy
Smokin' on Rah, tell them n*ggas get with me
And them hollow tips burnin' his kidneys
Bullets start takin' his weight, his skinny, gang
And them hollow tips burnin' his kidneys
Bullets start takin' his weight, his skinny, gang
And them n*ggas keep dissin' on JayRip
n*ggas is soft and they b*tches is basic
And them n*ggas keep dissin' on JayRip
n*ggas is soft and they b*tches is basic
Got the Glock in my pants, but I don't wanna dance
See a opp, b*tch, you know that I'm aimin'
And these hollow tips really be rainin'
Don't sign the deal, b*tch, get back on the stainin'
And my n*ggas, we tired of explainin'
n*ggas get hit every day, entertainin'
Get hit with this gun, no remainin'
f*ck all the beef, but my money is gaining
Got the Glock in my pants, but I don't wanna dance
See a opp, b*tch, you know that I'm aimin'
And these hollow tips really be rainin'
Don't sign the deal, b*tch, get back on the stainin'
And my n*ggas, we tired of explainin'
n*ggas get hit every day, entertainin'
Get hit with this gun, no remainin'
f*ck all the beef, but my money is gaining
[Outro: CHII WVTTZ]
Gang, suck my di*k, n*gga