Scorey, YungLiV - Want Beef? lyrics

Pull up' we send hot shit gang nigga, uh huh
(Master)

Look, I just touched in Philly (Uh)
I'ma call up Livvy, I need me a glick
Gave me the glizzy, he said, "Bro
Be careful cause it got a switch"
(Got a switch) told him, "Stay on X' because
This nigga hatin' "
Then I fucked his bitch"
(yeah I fuck this bitch)
But he said "Fuck it, if that nigga play
We put him on his shit" (Uh, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Yeah, bitch, I'm back
I've been gone for a minute
Bustin' off thirty, one thirty and liquor
We don't tote Glocks unless
It come with extended's
She know that meaningless
See more of them niggas
Hop out this, She askin' for pictures
She know in the hood they call me "Thе "
We can't go in dazed, lil' baby you can
Out of my city, the opps wanna kill mе

We shootin' like "Bop-Bop, Birdie" we hit 'em
(Bop)
We turn his white tee to burgundy, nigga
Catch your wife, we burnin' 'em wit'
'em in all, we won't ride
I'll murder them niggas
Buy me a deal, but runnin' my bag up
Now my youngest bro purgin' like figures
Burstin' off pills, so I'ma just mask up
But these squeeze sorin' all my fingers

This MAC' came wit' this cool lil' kit
And more than enough shots for me to hit
We spotted, then it got us, graces
Goofy ass right off the list
The opps ain't been a problem
Since I slide, don't touch me if you trip
Diamonds, VVs shinin'
You can tell on my dick
Said they smokin' frothy gang, you know it
We got poles, you know it
Tweak wit' us, watch how we blow 'em
I'm off the act, the potion
Rollin' under the seat, I'm toasted
I got this 4 on my waist
I know you see it pokin'
(nigga, I know you see it pokin')

He say you ridin', catch him in
Traffic, you better not park
Or theses bullets gon' tow it
(They gon' tow)
Niggas be high, them twizzy got ratchets
It'd be spark if my niggas be blowin'
I like designer, all kinds of
Fashion, think about robbin' me
I ain't goin'
I gotta hide in Vegas, I stole it
I done got tired of beating an opponent
I never trip it on givin' Lil' Remy the rule
Because broad be leaving the smoke
I'm finna call that niggas, then
Steppin' on you, tell 'em
"Bring it to me" for opponents
I used to post my wrist wit' a stick in my
Shit and Lil' Rocky be totin' the comb fit
Every sloth that had stood in his pole, lit
RIPs, they be makin' his bone split

He slid down and got shout out of
The jeep, I clip wit' you niggas
Then don't clip wit' me
Who just shouted the blind side?
They are the weakest
And I only got put on the front of the team
Ghost found 'bout that cussin'
Shot's from the
Heat, it's a beam in the front
It's a Glock 19 he wanted some clout
Just so me and him made a tweet
So we just took his face in
The front of the TV
And the foreign is stolen
But baby I still like these double
Y knots in my Amiri jeans
I be off of the liquor
But honestly I get arrested
I pour a four in the lean
I'on talk to enemies
I'll just have Milly blew up on your
Block from the aim for a beam
Put a whole on the top of this nigga
The sleep from the chunks of the
Stinks where he coming to eat