What's Beef

Aye, what's beef?

Pussy niggas lying in they tweets

Then you catch 'em in the streets and they be dying for the tweets

What's beef?

Pussy niggas lying on these beats

And when it's war, they be hiding from the beast

You see 'em lying in the Jeeps

Mama's crying, see 'em lying in the streets

Shots fired, see 'em flying to a priest

Hit em' nines, they'll speak

100 Rounds, start to spit, say it's beef

And my niggas ain't gon' play, 'cause they only play for keeps

What's beef?

When it ain't your bedtime, you go to sleep

Better watch all them cuts, 'cause you thought these niggas creep

What's beef?

When a nigga pop up and you don't see

Put a slug in your brain, have your shit all in the streets

And you gotta get a ride, ain't no walking in these streets

And it ain't no drive-by's, only walk-ups in these streets

What's beef?

When your block's calling peace

And you sneak up on them niggas when they thought it was a beast

That's beef and all my niggas lying, y'all some sheeps

Leave a pussy nigga broad lying there for weeks

Hit 'em with the iron, leave 'em lying in the crease

See shots for 7 days, give they block a whole week

What's beef?

When everywhere you go, you gotta sneak

And everybody know the killer, won't nobody speak

That's beef

When it's closed casket, can't nobody see

Even though the preacher preach, we still load up for the beef

When you plotting on a nigga, you just wanna see him sleep

And you sit outside his crib, got the drop on where he be

Then he walk outside the crib, see him walking to the street

Then you walk up on him slow, got you stalking in the streets

Got you thinking in your head 'bout all the shit he tweet

Then you start to check your piece, put one up in the peak

Now it ain't no turning back, now you gotta pop that heat

Then you got the ups on him, but he already peeped

Up that nina 23, seen you falling down the streets

Then you froze up like a tree

Now you stuck, you better bust

Nigga gun, I'm on some knee

You ain't sleep, up your nina 17

Since I'm back, hear them peens

All them shots, hear 'em ring

See 'em crawling in the streets, bodies dropping, hear 'em scream

Then you walk up on a nigga, tell 'em thought it was a game

Talking all that shit on Twitter, nigga thought I was a lame

Throw your gang, then you hit 'em with that flame

Firing shot after shot, you can see them bullets rain

See all this Twitter shit that you niggas do for fame

Then he try to plead his case, then you hit 'em in the brain