Trife Diesel - Beefing for Nothing lyrics
[Trife Diesel - Beefing for Nothing lyrics]
Yeah, Faggot ass niggas
Trife Dez, You know who it is man
Word up, It's war nigga
Theodore, TMF, Criminal Grind
Fuckin with the big boys now homie
You hear me, Come on
Uhh, Wash the words out your mouth
When you speak to me cousin
Cause yall pussy
And a lot of yall will beef for nothin
Cause when them heat starts bustin
Yall doin the least frontin
What's the deal playboy
Why you beef for nothin
Can't understand, Thought you was my man
All of a sudden
You sabotagin my name, Stop beef for nothin
What you mad at the fact cause
In the streets you ain't bustin
Well I'ma finish what you started
Now we beefin for somethin
Ayo that's word to everything I love and own
I put that on my seed
My Pop's grey mustache
And on my Mother's bones
Niggas done started some shit
And I'm appalled cause a few months ago
You was just ridin my balls
Sayin how you wanna vibe and colab on a song
But silly me
I should have known you was mad all along
Cause yous a sanke from the gate
Yall niggas is spuing hate
While I was on tour eatin
Yall niggas was loosin weight
Plus I heard you was movin with Jake (Faggot)
Snitchin on real gangstas from your hood
That was a foolish mistake
Yous a disgrace, A flunky, A hip hop monkey
Swingin from dicks with mad cum on your lips
Nigga you lunch meat
I'm a belligerent lyrists
Flows is unmatchable
Cryin like a bitch cause Trife ain't
Do a track with you
Tryna take me out the comfort zone, But
If you want the thrown
Take it in blood, If not
Leave me the fuck alone
Uhh, Wash the words out your mouth
When you speak to me cousin
Cause yall pussy
And a lot of yall will beef for nothin
Cause when them heat starts bustin
Yall doin the least frontin
What's the deal playboy
Why you beef for nothin
Can't understand, Thought you was my man
All of a sudden
You sabotagin my name, Stop beef for nothin
What you mad at the fact cause
In the streets you ain't bustin
Well I'ma finish what you started
Now we beefin for somethin
Ayo you gotta be a bird for
Lettin that bitch play you
Now you in the mirror cleanin
Your wounds with witch hazel
I spit fatal, They morn Clark Gable
Trife Da God the first rapper
To sign to Stark's label
And I'm back with a vengeance
With a glorified entrance
Theodore The Roosevelt's
We some certified henchmen
This is just another one of your ploys
Your getting desperate
Just a weak diss marketin sceme
To pump your record
And no, I don't respect it
You called me out on some next shit
Cause if you had a problem you
Should of came and addressed it
Cause real niggas do real things
You know the motto
That's why you ran and played
That bullshit song for hollow
Knowin he was gonna send me the kite
You fuckin right
Now I gotta end your little career
And crush your mic cause if we clash heads
Better believe it's nothin nice
Either get to scrappin, Let's make it happen
I'm bustin pipes
Uhh, Wash the words out your mouth
When you speak to me cousin
Cause yall pussy
And a lot of yall will beef for nothin
Cause when them heat starts bustin
Yall doin the least frontin
What's the deal playboy
Why you beef for nothin
Can't understand, Thought you was my man
All of a sudden
You sabotagin my name, Stop beef for nothin
What you mad at the fact cause
In the streets you ain't bustin
Well I'ma finish what you started
Now we beefin for somethin
Yeah, You know how we do it man
Veteran on this mic piece
Knowhatimsayin you talkin I ain't
Wanna do a song with you and all of that man
Your song was fuckin wack G
You talk about how much weed you smoke
And all that high spaced out shit
Nigga I don't even smoke weed nigga
Come right or don't come at all man
Straight up
Clash heads you see me face to face
I wanna hear all that
"Na it wasn't even like that son"
And all that and all that na man
Keep my name out your fuckin mouth for real G
Word up, We write our own songs nigga
What the fuck you talkin bout
Real shit nigga, Been had hit's nigga
Hit's when you was runnin
Around rockin the mothafuckin
Wu Wear hats and all that shit man
Stop frontin man, Ain't even built like that
You can't sound up north nigga
What, Criminal grind nigga SCG
Straight up, Stapleton nigga
You know how we pump, Faggot
You had to go to court too nigga
Takin the back streets nigga
I never seen you on broad
Trife Dez, You know who it is man
Word up, It's war nigga
Theodore, TMF, Criminal Grind
Fuckin with the big boys now homie
You hear me, Come on
Uhh, Wash the words out your mouth
When you speak to me cousin
Cause yall pussy
And a lot of yall will beef for nothin
Cause when them heat starts bustin
Yall doin the least frontin
What's the deal playboy
Why you beef for nothin
Can't understand, Thought you was my man
All of a sudden
You sabotagin my name, Stop beef for nothin
What you mad at the fact cause
In the streets you ain't bustin
Well I'ma finish what you started
Now we beefin for somethin
Ayo that's word to everything I love and own
I put that on my seed
My Pop's grey mustache
And on my Mother's bones
Niggas done started some shit
And I'm appalled cause a few months ago
You was just ridin my balls
Sayin how you wanna vibe and colab on a song
But silly me
I should have known you was mad all along
Cause yous a sanke from the gate
Yall niggas is spuing hate
While I was on tour eatin
Yall niggas was loosin weight
Plus I heard you was movin with Jake (Faggot)
Snitchin on real gangstas from your hood
That was a foolish mistake
Yous a disgrace, A flunky, A hip hop monkey
Swingin from dicks with mad cum on your lips
Nigga you lunch meat
I'm a belligerent lyrists
Flows is unmatchable
Cryin like a bitch cause Trife ain't
Do a track with you
Tryna take me out the comfort zone, But
If you want the thrown
Take it in blood, If not
Leave me the fuck alone
Uhh, Wash the words out your mouth
When you speak to me cousin
Cause yall pussy
And a lot of yall will beef for nothin
Cause when them heat starts bustin
Yall doin the least frontin
What's the deal playboy
Why you beef for nothin
Can't understand, Thought you was my man
All of a sudden
You sabotagin my name, Stop beef for nothin
What you mad at the fact cause
In the streets you ain't bustin
Well I'ma finish what you started
Now we beefin for somethin
Ayo you gotta be a bird for
Lettin that bitch play you
Now you in the mirror cleanin
Your wounds with witch hazel
I spit fatal, They morn Clark Gable
Trife Da God the first rapper
To sign to Stark's label
And I'm back with a vengeance
With a glorified entrance
Theodore The Roosevelt's
We some certified henchmen
This is just another one of your ploys
Your getting desperate
Just a weak diss marketin sceme
To pump your record
And no, I don't respect it
You called me out on some next shit
Cause if you had a problem you
Should of came and addressed it
Cause real niggas do real things
You know the motto
That's why you ran and played
That bullshit song for hollow
Knowin he was gonna send me the kite
You fuckin right
Now I gotta end your little career
And crush your mic cause if we clash heads
Better believe it's nothin nice
Either get to scrappin, Let's make it happen
I'm bustin pipes
Uhh, Wash the words out your mouth
When you speak to me cousin
Cause yall pussy
And a lot of yall will beef for nothin
Cause when them heat starts bustin
Yall doin the least frontin
What's the deal playboy
Why you beef for nothin
Can't understand, Thought you was my man
All of a sudden
You sabotagin my name, Stop beef for nothin
What you mad at the fact cause
In the streets you ain't bustin
Well I'ma finish what you started
Now we beefin for somethin
Yeah, You know how we do it man
Veteran on this mic piece
Knowhatimsayin you talkin I ain't
Wanna do a song with you and all of that man
Your song was fuckin wack G
You talk about how much weed you smoke
And all that high spaced out shit
Nigga I don't even smoke weed nigga
Come right or don't come at all man
Straight up
Clash heads you see me face to face
I wanna hear all that
"Na it wasn't even like that son"
And all that and all that na man
Keep my name out your fuckin mouth for real G
Word up, We write our own songs nigga
What the fuck you talkin bout
Real shit nigga, Been had hit's nigga
Hit's when you was runnin
Around rockin the mothafuckin
Wu Wear hats and all that shit man
Stop frontin man, Ain't even built like that
You can't sound up north nigga
What, Criminal grind nigga SCG
Straight up, Stapleton nigga
You know how we pump, Faggot
You had to go to court too nigga
Takin the back streets nigga
I never seen you on broad