#INTERNETBEEF!

These niggas be cap

How you steal cars, flashin' that money, but don't got a grip?

Like, me and my niggas be takin' that shit

I spin the B' with a glock and a switch

I'm tryna spin outside, glock

And, I'm outside big ass stick on the hip, you know how it get

Seven .62s gon' eat up the whip

Don't Internet Beef, that shit is for kids

Niggas be babies, get him a bib

Two .23s gon' open his ribs

I get mad, I'ma snap like a twig

Aim at his top, I'ma fuck up his wig

Now, he in the ground, tell em' to dig him up

Chasedowngang, tryna hit em' up

He hit the ground, come pick him up

I got a glock, shit big as fuck, tryna make him get little

But, he can't run from the four-Nickel

Stick in the glock, shit Poke like a Nipple

I draw the pistol? Then, he gettin scribbled

Just like a movie, we clippin' shit up

Ski mask down like PGF Nuk

Spin on the West? You better have luck

Ya' brother got packed, they zippin' him up

Just like a cart, we pushin' him up

Glock with a drum, let's see if you could duck

He went to sleep, he got tucked

Shoot at his taco, wrappin' him up

We make a move? Then, you better Haul, we baggin' you up

Bop ass bitch, she fuck with the opps, she think she it? We taggin' her up

He actin' tuff? We smackin' him up

Me and bros packin' him up

He tried to run, he ran out his chucks

Fell on his face, he out of luck

He ain't fight back, that nigga a mutt

Better take flight, we sendin' you up

I got the game, I'm comin' in clutch

Aim at ya' beak, bitch, you better duck

Caught a round to his head, lil nigga done clunked

Now, he a angel, he in the dust

Play with my bread? I'll turn him to crust