Tee Grizzley - Beef (feat. Meek Mill) lyrics

Helluva made this beat, baby ha
Meek, you got your strap?
Ain't nothin' to talk 'bout let's get it

I don't sleep on no beef
We ain't sleeping on these niggas
You know I'm on top of everything, nigga
(Lurking) i come on your street
We're just creeping on these niggas (yeah)
Fuck talking, let that metal bang, nigga
Murk 'em i don't squash no beef
We ain't throwing no flags
I was taught to handle everything, nigga
(Handle that) i don't play with no beef
We ain't play with no pussy
Run in his crib and kill everything living
You hear me? (Brr)

If I wanted a nigga gone, he a dead man
(He through)
Say my name on his song, he a dead man
(That's your ass)
Tryna hide behind your niggas
That's your man's ass (nigga)
I leave his whole body bloody
Call him Red Man hit the club in them Audi
Trucks and threw bands
Don't get it twisted, bitch
We still got them Scooby Doo vans
(Still slidin') fuck with me
I'ma come to where you stayin'
And walk in your house with big
Shit like I'm finna move in
(Tell that bitch, we in this bitch)
Let me say that I don't
Wanna see you bustlin' (Kill the niggas)
Niggas in your backyard and
On your front grass (We here)
And then don't shot cribs
They gon' give you one chance
Like nigga, come outside or we gon' come in
Boy

I don't sleep on no beef
We ain't sleeping on these niggas
You know I'm on top of everything, nigga
(Lurking) i come on your street
We're just creeping on these niggas (yeah)
Fuck talking, let that metal bang, nigga
Murk 'em i don't squash no beef
We ain't throwing no flags
I was taught to handle everything, nigga
(Handle that) i don't play with no beef
We ain't play with no pussy
Run in his crib and kill everything living
You hear me? (Brr)

Yeah, nigga diss me in these raps
How we gon' go about it
(We gon' go about it) when we wack 'em
Shit Obama prolly gon' know about it (Brr)
Load the chopper
Crack the window when we rollin' by
(There it go) fuck a drive-by
Run 'em down so we know we got 'em
(Hit 'em) know we chopping
Test 'em and we leave you Holy Bible (Woo)
All this money got me thinking
What I owe my rivals (Pussies)
A nigga said we tried to squash
It then you know he lyin' (Fall)
I told my youngin' grab that rifle
Set that boy on fire (Brr)
Couple niggas used to be with us, we
Ain't make it to they funeral
They said that we did it
If we make it through the summer
We gon' leave niggas (Like what?)
Like it's auto with that auto
We gone squeeze niggas (Facts)

I don't sleep on no beef
We ain't sleeping on these niggas
You know I'm on top of everything, nigga
(Lurking) i come on your street
We're just creeping on these niggas (yeah)
Fuck talking, let that metal bang, nigga
Murk 'em i don't squash no beef
We ain't throwing no flags
I was taught to handle everything, nigga
(Handle that) i don't play with no beef
We ain't play with no pussy
Run in his crib and kill everything living
You hear me? (It's on)

I see the fear in your face, nigga (Lying)
And ain't no turning back, I
Got my mind made, nigga
(For real)
I chase nigga, eliminate niggas (Ayy)
Tell 'em Meek, that lemon
Squeeze ain't for lemonade, nigga
(No) i ain't no hatin' ass nigga
But I hate niggas (Hate 'em)
What they gone do
That doctor ain't got shit to save niggas
(It go) i'm through the city in that
Range with my thang, nigga
(On my momma)
Say my name and get banged, that's on gang
Nigga (Gang, gang, gang)

Still putting Draco's on the plane, nigga
(Draco) stopped the PJ in your city
We ain't playin' nigga (Skurt)
Heard he sneak dissing, seen
Him, what you sayin', nigga
(What you sayin'?) loss of memory
He must have had them Xans in him
(On them Xans)
Still ride SRTs with the yams in 'em (SKurt)
Rental in my cousin's name with
The grams in him catch his homie out in
Traffic, that's your man, nigga?
(That's your man?)
He say he don't fuck with you
And he a fan of us, pussy

These niggas tweet a lot
These niggas text alot
What they gone do when I pull up
And make em' catch a lot?
Blue beam on that choppa Kamehameha
I throw them dragon balls at
You like I'm Kakarot (boom, boom, boom)

Circle through your hood, where your crew at?
(Where your crew, nigga?)
Send your whole squad a message
Like a group text (Uh, brr)
Hit your dawg 20 times, nigga, you next
(You next) squeeze that Glock until my
Trigger finger blue-black (Bow)

I don't sleep on no beef
We ain't sleeping on these niggas
You know I'm on top of everything, nigga
(Lurking) i come on your street
We're just creeping on these niggas (yeah)
Fuck talking, let that metal bang, nigga
Murk 'em i don't squash no beef
We ain't throwing no flags
I was taught to handle everything, nigga
(Handle that) i don't play with no beef
We ain't play with no pussy
Run in his crib and kill everything living
(Brr)