Текст GlokkNine – Beef

I done mixed murder with that beef, it ain’t turn out nice
I call these niggas, Tony Tiger, tryna earn they stripes
Them boys caught deuces when we spit
I’m shootin’ with precise

Niggas talkin’ brazy, so fugazi, ’cause I signed to Baby
Bitch, you gotta pay me, ain’t no maybe, that 2000s, baby
I just wanna blow, but all these folks, they tryna fuckin’ play me
If I kick the door, good Lord, I know the consequence I’m makin’
Sent ’em up the road
Like why the fuck you had two-hundred fuckin’ sayin’?
Six off to the dome, ’cause niggas told
The statements, yeah, they made it
Tryna paint a picture, but don’t got the paintbrushes to paint it
Crackers tryna frame me
Behind my day one, I can’t fuckin’ claim it
Got tired of all that dissin’, this and that, tryna give the whack
My nigga hollerin’, «Ten-four, roger that,» I trick or treat him back
Halloween my fire gon’, «Ha-ha that,» intercept the sack
No Cover 3, I let them dogs attack, we gon’ sic on that

I done mixed murder with that beef, it ain’t turn out nice
I call these niggas, Tony Tiger, tryna earn they stripes
Them boys caught deuces when we spit
I’m shootin’ with precise
I’m in his head just like a dread, or better yet, some lice

Contemplatin’ on some bodies, ’cause I got me some enemies
Only real niggas in my circle, I don’t do the frenemies
Bitch, you know I’m Shotta Fam, and you niggas ain’t no kin to me
Crew of niggas talkin’ down, so I’m goin’ on a killin’ spree
Brand new Draco, got a fifty round, I love how it sound
Just like Yung Joc, if he play around, then it’s goin’ down
I’m an East Memphis baby, all they do is move them pounds
I’m exposin’ all these niggas, ’cause these niggas really clowns
That nigga jumped in the water, it was too deep
I just got me a Glock, that’s a two-three
A brand new choppa, finna kick it, hold .223s
And when I bust it, I’ma send a nigga six feet deep, yeah

I done mixed murder with that beef, it ain’t turn out nice
I call these niggas, Tony Tiger, tryna earn they stripes
Them boys caught deuces when we spit
I’m shootin’ with precise
I’m in his head just like a dread, or better yet, some lice
I done mixed murder with that beef, it ain’t turn out nice
I call these niggas, Tony Tiger, tryna earn they stripes
Them boys caught deuces when we spit
I’m shootin’ with precise
I’m in his head just like a dread, or better yet, some lice