CB, Y.CB - How lyrics

Don't take it personal, it's just business
Mazza, wagwan?

How the fuck can this beef get squashed?
Do you know how many niggas been got?
Would you risk your life for the gang?
Or would you run if it got on tops?
What do you know 'bout being
On bail for a shh
And still out 'ere lettin' it pop?
Last year it was ride non stop
This year suttin' already got dropped
How the fuck can this beef get squashed?
Do you know how many niggas been got?
Would you risk your life for the gang?
Or would you run if it got on tops?
What do you know 'bout being
On bail for a shh
And still out 'ere lettin' it pop?
Last year it was ride non stop
This year suttin' already got-got

Yeah, we put corn in clips
Just like I put corn in your bredrin
Get man down for my 7s
We do drills and we ain't repentin'
This bruck back comin' all hefty
Don't need no sweets, got plenty
Last time I stepped 'round there
Was like last week and I left it messy
If a dinger's dead then I'm jumpin' in
And I'll take that risk
If I see that punk, I swear I won't miss
Yeah, I'll turn man spliff
They just hide and rap
And they're touchin' kids
I feel to touch man's sis
Nah, they ain't on nu'n
Made that pussy run when I touch my hip
This is real life rap but I ain't no rapper
I really live what I speak
We invest in waps and we make that crash
I'm a addict for beef
I don't need to pretend
It was me who shot at your friends
They see me live in the flesh
Forget their balls
Wouldn't think they're men
Got beef with gems
Don't lack before you meet your end

How the fuck can this beef get squashed?
Do you know how many niggas been got?
Would you risk your life for the gang?
Or would you run if it got on tops?
What do you know 'bout being
On bail for a shh
And still out 'ere lettin' it pop?
Last year it was ride non stop
How the fuck can this beef get squashed?
Do you know how many niggas been got?
Would you risk your life for the gang?
Or would you run if it got on tops?
What do you know 'bout being
On bail for a shh
And still out 'ere lettin' it pop?
Last year it was ride non stop
This year suttin' already got-got

This beef can never get squashed
We apply that pressure, we ain't gonna stop
YB, that's blood for him
I'll slap that wap bare hands, no gloves
Bareback that, lean out and buss
Last time I got 'round, suttin' got touched
Truss, no fuss when we ride of punks
Tell me the beef ain't fun pop them doors
We chase 'cause the opp boys run
Free CB, C1, too tappy
Real life booters, I claim the gladly
Snizz, Ramz, bros in the can
I put in on my life that they get slappy
Sweets in the mash, I'm slappin' out candy
Old school days, used to do it in cabby's
Free TI, Nattz and Dazzy
Can't forget Blackz, he drills with waps
Go ask the opps how their friend turned pack
Catch AM's, attempted kill
If there's no skeng though, stainless steel
He trips, I'll show him the beef is real
I'm the reason his juice got spilled
Left him wet when I made him squeal
Got the twin barrel dots, no Jack and Jill
Two pops
How the fuck can this beef get squashed?
(How the fuck can this beef get squashed?)

Do you know how many niggas been got?
Would you risk your life for the gang?
Or would you run if it got on tops?
What do you know 'bout being
On bail for a shh
And still out 'ere lettin' it pop?
Last year it was ride non stop
How the fuck can this beef get squashed?
Do you know how many niggas been got?
Would you risk your life for the gang?
Or would you run if it got on tops?
What do you know 'bout being
On bail for a shh
And still out 'ere lettin' it pop?
Last year it was ride non stop
This year suttin' already got-got