Smoked Beef

You already Know Jutty Jut in the booth I'm With Casper and Dizzy Dezz
I move it like that
Hop in my bag Ice on my neck (Ice on my neck)
Nigga get tough Nigga get clapped (Clapped nigga)
Jutty Jut run the game with no match (Match)
All of these niggas they slat
Guess what You know they is wack
All way Yes you know I dash
Yes Do a hundred miles on the fucking dash
I don't really care Jutty Jut he's in his bag
Guess what I am about to lose my fucking dad
So I am mad nigga bleed fucking red
I don't really care treat you like a fucking sped nigga
They act fucking hazy I act fucking crazy
Gangsters in this game Yeah it's amazing
I'm always paper chasing I smoke the weed I blaze it
Y'all niggas wanna talk murder for the case you face it
Y'all niggas out here talk piggy like some fucking bacon
I'm black you white is you racist
Little nigga play the game I ain't changing
Jutty Jut he is switching lanes yes he go forsaken
Like My destiny these bitches get the best of me
I keep on fucking going up they like what I am telling them
So I am going All these bitches out here smoking potent
Never lose focus Gears of war locust
Like the cog Yes i roll with the mob
For my dogs ill play the game no stop
I just keep on fucking going yea from the fucking top
Because I am freestyling Niggas motherfucking wilding
I got the sirens Niggas hitting in the silcence
I keep on going fast Glock so I call it violence
These niggas they be paper chasing so I'm fucking wilding
I gotta get the profit
I'm balling like a prospect
These niggas fucking watching
I got to go and cop it
They wanna see I'm the fresh
Nigga you can't fuck a check
Just keep on going yea bae cant smell my fucking breathe
Tell that bitch who tried to kiss me
No No No fuck them niggas that tried to diss me (Furtive)
On the go from the cops on the fucking block
Where it stay hot Got to get my guap
All my niggas stay on my job
On my grind
Yes I will shine
YMR the time
And I keep on going fast nigga you could get a line
So I am in the fucking studio Fucking on a groupie hoe
These bitches out here talk Eat them like a fucking cheerio
I come through and I am crazy
This game it's amazing
Jutty Jut always blazing
So I am fucking paper chasing
Get in my bag all of y'all niggas y'all lack
Pull up fast yes You know I got Straps
Hitting the bag yesI pull up all black
Pull up all black yea ski with a mask
Doing the dash yes you Know I won't crash
Nigga on ass Niggas wanna talk till he get hit with the glat

No way Jutty Jut in the back
No way That's my slime my slat
No way Dezz My slime my slat
Dezzmond and a Mac
You feel me Dizzy Dezz freestyle
MotherFucking Casper ya feel me
We on the way up YMR Shit



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Writer(s): Justin Ross
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