เนื้อเพลง Beef - Gucci Mane

[Intro:]
Hey Man, this the squad phone number's three letters
More money, more b*tches
(This is a DJ new era exclusive)

[Verse 1:]
Your n*gga's a p*ssy, we smack him around
Pull out my pistol, I'm backing him down
Running your mouth, and I'm running in your house
Call to my nest, and we jerking you down
You buying a ounce, and you breaking it down
Hop in the house, and I'm burning it down
You walking away while I'm talking to you
With this A.K will hit you until you die
Desert will hit you, it will take off a leg
Death on your fingers to get to the bread
Came from the country, I served my family
That's why I tell n*ggas to rock better lead
Hit in the head for something you said
Torture a n*gga, I wanted him dead
You leave me no options, you telling the feds
The apartment was white, but I painted it red
F*ck a red girl while you deep on my d*ck
You love me so much, she check pay me respect that's twice on your neck
Came on the Chris and got shot in the chest
Cut off your fingers and cut off your thumb
And I want you n*ggas to throw up your set
Killing the driver and shooting the passenger
Back seat n*ggas can't get out the rest
[Chorus] [x2]
We dissecting Beef, we eat these n*ggas flesh [x3]
Brick Squad for life, n*gga inked it in my flesh

[Verse 2:]
I tell my n*gga dissecting beef
He eat that n*ggas flesh
Cold world, I see that n*gga breath
School of hard knocks, got my heater on my desk
Being head for my school while I'm cheating on my test
No beginning, it's the end of you
Burning on me, raising temperatures
You are not a f*cking killer, but gather all my n*ggas perpendicular
Back when n*ggas was younger, you were the lamest
Yeah…I remember you
Facts upon me, no servina
Serving n*gga no suprena
No n*gga, I ain't no killer but don't push me
Came in the game, we got good seats
Real n*gga know I ain't squashing no hood beef
What n*gga? Don't front n*gga, you're a f*ck n*gga, shot n*gga
Free my n*gga ride though, and R.I.P to the dump n*gga

[Chorus] [x2]

[Bridge:]
I don't owe you n*ggas sh*t, f*ck favors
$64, 000 for this rollie, f*ck the haters
I, I don't owe you n*ggas sh*t, f*ck favors
$64, 000 for this rollie, f*ck the haters

[Chorus] [x2]