Beef wit him

I got beef wit him I got beef wit him I got beef wit him I got beef wit him Yeah, uh I got beef wit him You'd have thought I was a Bic way I'm heating em Got the scrip right beside me I'm deleting them It's a stick word to Scotty I'm a beam em up Uh, yeah too late to back out Strap out, imma extend it till the mag out One, two, three, till I max out Might go for four way I hit it and I tap out I got beef wit him I got beef wit him Wait hold up I got beef wit him I got beef wit him Yeah uh I got beef wit him Pull the scrip out, duh duh duh, blick out Demon killa gang we gon show you how we get down I feel like him now, I got the big rounds And when we call on Jesus name he gon get out And we gon spin on that block like a rat house We gon stand on that rock with that staff out It's about 66 books that we pack out And the devil he a opp he met his match now I got beef wit him I got beef wit him Wait hold up I got beef wit him I got beef wit him Yeah uh I got beef wit him And we slide on them opps in Impalas Diss on the crew show em we bout that drama Ain't chasing mammon ain't chasing no dollar Blessings on lock and that's word to my Father Ain't trust no wolf they be huffing and puffing Devil all talk but he ain't doing nothing No this ain't new lil baby it's custom You know I'm dripped in that blood like a Russian (you get it?) I got beef wit him I got beef wit him Wait hold up I got beef wit him I got beef wit him Yeah uh I got beef wit him I got beef wit him I got beef wit him Wait hold up I got beef wit him I got beef wit him Yeah uh I got beef wit him