Gucci Mane - Beef lyrics

[Intro:] Hey Man, this the squad phone number's three letters More money, more b**hes (This is a DJ new era exclusive) [Verse 1:] Your n***a's a p**y, 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 d**h on your fingers to get to the bread Came from the country, I served my family That's why I tell n***as to rock better lead Hit in the head for something you said Torture a n***a, I wanted him dead You leave me no options, you telling the feds The apartment was white, but I painted it red f** a red girl while you deep on my dick 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***as to throw up your set k**ing the driver and shooting the pa**enger Back seat n***as can't get out the rest [Chorus] [x2] We dissecting beef, we eat these n***as flesh [x3] Brick Squad for life, n***a inked it in my flesh [Verse 2:] I tell my n***a dissecting beef He eat that n***as flesh Cold world, I see that n***a 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**ing k**er, but gather all my n***as perpendicular Back when n***as was younger, you were the lamest Yeah…I remember you Facts upon me, no servina Serving n***a no suprena No n***a, I ain't no k**er but don't push me Came in the game, we got good seats Real n***a know I ain't squashing no hood beef What n***a? Don't front n***a, you're a f** n***a, shot n***a Free my n***a ride though, and R.I.P to the dump n***a [Chorus] [x2] [Bridge:] I don't owe you n***as sh**, f** favors $64, 000 for this rollie, f** the haters I, I don't owe you n***as sh**, f** favors $64, 000 for this rollie, f** the haters [Chorus] [x2]