Want Beef? Scorey (Ft. YungLiV)
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[Intro: YungLiV]
Pull up' we send hot shit
Gang nigga, uh-huh
(Master)
[Verse 1: Scorey]
Look, I just touched in Philly (Uh)
I'ma call up Livvy, I need me a glick
Gave me the glizzy, he said, "Bro, be careful cause it got a switch" (Got a switch)
Told him, "Stay on X' because this nigga hatin' ", then I fucked his bitch" (Yeah I fuck this bitch)
But he said "Fuck it, if that nigga play, we put him on his shit" (Uh, ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Verse 2: YungLiV]
Yeah, bitch, I'm back, I've been gone for a minute
Bustin' off thirty, one thirty and liquor
We don't tote Glocks unless it come with extended's
She know that meaningless, see more of them niggas
Hop out this [?], She askin' for pictures
She know in the hood they call me "Thе [?]"
We can't go in dazed, lil' baby you can
[?] out of my city, the opps wanna kill mе
[Verse 3: Scorey]
We shootin' like "Bop-Bop, Birdie" we hit 'em (Bop)
We turn his white tee to burgundy, nigga
Catch your wife, we burnin' 'em wit' 'em in all, we won't ride, I'll murder them niggas
Buy me a deal, but runnin' my bag up, now my youngest bro purgin' like figures
Burstin' off pills, so I'ma just mask up, but these squeeze sorin' all my fingers
Pull up' we send hot shit
Gang nigga, uh-huh
(Master)
[Verse 1: Scorey]
Look, I just touched in Philly (Uh)
I'ma call up Livvy, I need me a glick
Gave me the glizzy, he said, "Bro, be careful cause it got a switch" (Got a switch)
Told him, "Stay on X' because this nigga hatin' ", then I fucked his bitch" (Yeah I fuck this bitch)
But he said "Fuck it, if that nigga play, we put him on his shit" (Uh, ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Verse 2: YungLiV]
Yeah, bitch, I'm back, I've been gone for a minute
Bustin' off thirty, one thirty and liquor
We don't tote Glocks unless it come with extended's
She know that meaningless, see more of them niggas
Hop out this [?], She askin' for pictures
She know in the hood they call me "Thе [?]"
We can't go in dazed, lil' baby you can
[?] out of my city, the opps wanna kill mе
[Verse 3: Scorey]
We shootin' like "Bop-Bop, Birdie" we hit 'em (Bop)
We turn his white tee to burgundy, nigga
Catch your wife, we burnin' 'em wit' 'em in all, we won't ride, I'll murder them niggas
Buy me a deal, but runnin' my bag up, now my youngest bro purgin' like figures
Burstin' off pills, so I'ma just mask up, but these squeeze sorin' all my fingers
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