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letra de beef pt. 2 (remix) - fwc big key

[intro: fwc big key]
cash gang key
waddup head, waddup lik

[verse 1: big key]
free mook
yeah he dropped ‘boy woo
you and my strap might be brothers he a glockboy too
“what about ace?”
n-ggas dropped boy too
g died from a glock n-ggas not no goon
woo was playing 2k they upped the blower on his ass
ace thought he couldn’t get beat they upped the joker on his ass
this beef sh-t really funny bro was joking when he passed
can’t get who we wanted put yo’ bro sh-t on the glass
my mans woo still alive
yo mans woo in a trunk
my mans ace just got out
yo mans ace in a blunt
wait to summer catch a n-gga tryna stunt
hit his ass with shotgun like he was sitting in the front
still out here on that tip ain’t tryna see the joint
everybody want to ridе but they don’t see the point
come through likе the navy we don’t be with oink
only time a n-gga scared is if i see the boys
[verse 2: lik]
had to get ’em out of there you know them baldheads retired
oh he said he shot at me? man that lil n-gga a liar
i pull up with some sh-t blowing with more sounds then a choir
i always been a shooter ian never been no driver
stabbing in yo’ b-tch guts i feel like i’m michael myers
i got n-ggas bagging up but they ain’t never worked at meijer
you n-ggas better tighten up and i ain’t talking ’bout no plyers
when this chopper lighting up that’s another n-gga dying
don’t worry ’bout it heard that p-ssy caught them face shots
me and snow just smoked the last opp off a 8 of wock
better ask his mans we had them b-tches ripping through his locks
better ask her friends we a f-ck them hoes and kick ’em out
b-tch our defense like kawhi it ain’t no scoring on my n-ggas
hop out with the baby drac’ and left his head on his n-ggas
b-tch i feel like superman when i’m rolling off them jiggas
you better get yo’ mans before i smoke one of them n-ggas

[verse 3: 392 lil head]
i miss my n-gga ‘v we used to take hits
lil mike don’t need no tissue when he take sh-t
boy you n-ggas fake pits
ask money meech his baby momma love to take d-ck
i hate mitches i hate skateboarders i hate opps
the hoes know it’s dog sh-t on me i ain’t pops
youtube say k!lled aj i hate cops
i just got face from the b-tch you ate tw-t
y’all some lil boys i can be 700 dad
700 glocks more like 700 f-gs
i wish bang was out he was on 700 ass
don’t give a f-ck if you had 700 mags
we all stepping
we all steppers
my opps sick as f-ck them n-ggas need a alka-seltzer
all them rappers dying them n-ggas need someone to help ’em
always in a rush i done f-cked around and left her

- fwc big key

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