Beef With My Bitch
Turn me up on here, man
Turn the beat up
A or A, turn me up
What, what, what
Beefin' with my bitch, I'm comin' through
Tryna kill all of your friends
Knockin' 'em off, I don't go back and forth
Startin' to think my niggas special ed
'Cause when it's time to drill, they go dumb (Boom, Boom)
Lovin' my bitch, any nigga try my bitch
I'm blowin' my gun (Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom)
And I see them hatin' ass posts
Catch one of them niggas, I'm makin' him run (Skrrt)
Pull up, itchin' to catch me a body, just tryna have some fun
They all doubted me
Now I'm winnin', I don't hear 'em say nothin' (They don't say shit)
And I miss my bae, if she try to leave
Probably shoot her face (Boom, Boom)
Tired of hearin' that cap rap
In them shitty-ass songs (Them shitty ass songs)
Pull up on these niggas, AR ringin' like a ringtone
(Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom)
It's just me and Dre, we shootin' back-to-back, call it ping-pong
And he pop up out the cut, call that nigga boom-boom
I don't never lack
I keep my strap like a lawn chair, tryna push a nigga back
Baby Gee that run for president 'cause he be runnin' niggas
And I'll never change on my Brethrens
Tell her to eat it all, she better slurp me
More than swallowed noodles
It's just me and bae, cut off her phone 'cause she gettin' laid
Might just be the rich couple, bitch, you know we gettin' paid
Might just kill her pops 'cause I'm the only nigga she need
And if you beefin' with my bitch
I'm comin' through and lettin' it squeeze
Got a lot of niggas wanna kill me, tell them bitches, let's do it
Told my nigga Dre he catch an opp, nigga just shoot it
And I don't care 'bout who around
If they around, they goin' down
My bitch sexy, when I sleep at night I'm seein' red
Take her to pound town
He pop up out the cut, let it bust
His looks deceivin', they thought he was a pretty boy
And he search for the opps and then he destroy
And he keep a gun, call that nigga G.Roy
And he got a lot of bodies
He a demon like he V.Roy
Bullets come and get you like a bus
Boy, you bet not stop
Would've thought it was a concert, the way them guns clappin'
Stupid bitch named Niyah
Got caught in traffic
Pistols clappin'
Two dead, that's a hit
That's more than average
Beefin' with my bitch, I'm comin' through
Tryna kill all of your friends
Knockin' 'em off, I don't go back and forth
Startin' to think my niggas special ed
'Cause when it's time to drill, they go dumb (Boom, Boom)
Lovin' my bitch, any nigga try my bitch
I'm blowin' my gun (Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom)
And I see them hatin' ass posts
Catch one of them niggas, I'm makin' him run (Skrrt)
Pull up, itchin' to catch me a body, just tryna have some fun
They all doubted me
Now I'm winnin', I don't hear 'em say nothin' (They don't say shit)
And I miss my bae, if she try to leave
Probably shoot her face (Boom, Boom)
Turn the beat up
A or A, turn me up
What, what, what
Beefin' with my bitch, I'm comin' through
Tryna kill all of your friends
Knockin' 'em off, I don't go back and forth
Startin' to think my niggas special ed
'Cause when it's time to drill, they go dumb (Boom, Boom)
Lovin' my bitch, any nigga try my bitch
I'm blowin' my gun (Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom)
And I see them hatin' ass posts
Catch one of them niggas, I'm makin' him run (Skrrt)
Pull up, itchin' to catch me a body, just tryna have some fun
They all doubted me
Now I'm winnin', I don't hear 'em say nothin' (They don't say shit)
And I miss my bae, if she try to leave
Probably shoot her face (Boom, Boom)
Tired of hearin' that cap rap
In them shitty-ass songs (Them shitty ass songs)
Pull up on these niggas, AR ringin' like a ringtone
(Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom)
It's just me and Dre, we shootin' back-to-back, call it ping-pong
And he pop up out the cut, call that nigga boom-boom
I don't never lack
I keep my strap like a lawn chair, tryna push a nigga back
Baby Gee that run for president 'cause he be runnin' niggas
And I'll never change on my Brethrens
Tell her to eat it all, she better slurp me
More than swallowed noodles
It's just me and bae, cut off her phone 'cause she gettin' laid
Might just be the rich couple, bitch, you know we gettin' paid
Might just kill her pops 'cause I'm the only nigga she need
And if you beefin' with my bitch
I'm comin' through and lettin' it squeeze
Got a lot of niggas wanna kill me, tell them bitches, let's do it
Told my nigga Dre he catch an opp, nigga just shoot it
And I don't care 'bout who around
If they around, they goin' down
My bitch sexy, when I sleep at night I'm seein' red
Take her to pound town
He pop up out the cut, let it bust
His looks deceivin', they thought he was a pretty boy
And he search for the opps and then he destroy
And he keep a gun, call that nigga G.Roy
And he got a lot of bodies
He a demon like he V.Roy
Bullets come and get you like a bus
Boy, you bet not stop
Would've thought it was a concert, the way them guns clappin'
Stupid bitch named Niyah
Got caught in traffic
Pistols clappin'
Two dead, that's a hit
That's more than average
Beefin' with my bitch, I'm comin' through
Tryna kill all of your friends
Knockin' 'em off, I don't go back and forth
Startin' to think my niggas special ed
'Cause when it's time to drill, they go dumb (Boom, Boom)
Lovin' my bitch, any nigga try my bitch
I'm blowin' my gun (Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom)
And I see them hatin' ass posts
Catch one of them niggas, I'm makin' him run (Skrrt)
Pull up, itchin' to catch me a body, just tryna have some fun
They all doubted me
Now I'm winnin', I don't hear 'em say nothin' (They don't say shit)
And I miss my bae, if she try to leave
Probably shoot her face (Boom, Boom)
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Writer(s): Baby Gee
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