Beef Ting Lyrics

I don't wanna beak

I don't wanna talk

I don't speak to a man on a beef ting

I jus wanna pull on his street when he sleeping

Kick in through his door make his side bitch freak

Shordie come along

Yeah she ride wit me

Pussy boy you thought

Now we slide wit 3

And I'm rolling wit the 45

I be in the six

Shordie said to go right now for the bricks

Now we run up in your crib

Clipping off the locks

Open up the safe

Checking what he got

Never in my waist

Dat shit in my palm

Dat shit in my palm

Wait

I don't hear him talking

I don't hear him up

He don't know walked in

I be in his room

Now feel like I'm stalking

Tell me where the loot at

Tell me how to rob him

Shordie yeah you been here

He think that you love him

Now he finna wake up

He ain't having nothing

Maybe we should kill him in his sleep he a duppy

He ain't got no business in these streets leave him bloody

Only wit some real ones

I don't like a lot of company

I'm rising way above

And these bums say their done wit me

Y'all stay in the dirt

Imma step wit my Guccis

Y'all could never hurt me

Y'all jus look stupid

I don't wanna beak

I don't wanna talk

I don't speak to a man on a beef ting

I jus wanna pull on his street when he sleeping

Kick in through his door make his side bitch freak

Shordie come along

Yeah she ride wit me

Pussy boy you thought

Now we slide wit 3

And I'm rolling wit the 45

I be in the six

Shordie said to go right now for the bricks

Shordie said to go right now for the lick

That shit on a wave

That shit on a rip

Hold it in his face

Shordie wit the blick

Fuck catching a case

He been on some shit

He be on a way

Same way dat we live

I told shordie rob him

He never expect that

Pussy boy I got him

I jus got my tech back

Hit him in his noggin

Leave him wit a head crack

Like blah

He don't wanna rah rah

He jus wanna hide now

He jus wan apologize

Imma make his mama cry

This shit always do or die

Why would you be in this life

Imma come through at night

Linking up wit Deno

Sniffing some Selena

Say I look like Justin

Hit em wit the Bieber

Bitch I got the heater

Had it round my teachers

Thought I didn't need it

But I be with some demons

I don't wanna beak

I don't wanna talk

I don't speak to a man on a beef ting

I jus wanna pull on his street when he sleeping

Kick in through his door make his side bitch freak

Shordie come along

Yeah she ride wit me

Pussy boy you thought

Now we slide wit 3

And I'm rolling wit the 45

I be in the six

Shordie said to go right now for the bricks

Shordie wanna hold down

Hold him wit the stick

We been on the road now

Rolling through the strip

Got the city on my back

Never lacking when I lift up

I be in your trap

Let you know this a stick up

Imma bring my mans up

Fuck what you heard

Keep talking on the gram

You jus look like a bird

Imma fly when I land

Give my crodie the word

And they gon drop them bands off

Imma go splurge

I don't wanna beak

I don't wanna talk

I don't speak to a man on a beef ting

I jus wanna pull on his street when he sleeping

Kick in through his door make his side bitch freak

Shordie come along

Yeah she ride wit me

Pussy boy you thought

Now we slide wit 3

And I'm rolling wit the 45

I be in the six

Shordie said to go right now for the bricks