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baby gee (rap) - what beef? lyrics

[intro]
(w+w+where’s the atm at?)
grrah
grrah, grrah, grrah+grrah, grrah
rrah (chubby goin’ crazy, fool)
like, grrah, like, grrah (calluptay, he back on it)
grrah, grrah, grrah

[verse]
i go chris brown with this chop, ain’t no guidance, n+gga
ain’t no peace with none of my opps, only violence, n+gga
she be treeshin’ on my block but you her rider, n+gga
she on court, she get a drop so we gon’ slide on n+ggas (grrah, grrah)
whiteboi, pullin’ up, comin’ through with the glock on the clutch
couple of clips, already tucked (rrah)
we outside, we lookin’ for what?
ca+call 09, he up it and squeeze
bullet holes be the size of ya knees
gd+k, what? get hit by his sleeze (rrah)
g+ngb+ngin’ (boom, boom), gotta keep it a g
i got a [?] to pay
come this way, you’ll get a sneak peek
here’s a psa
call up pfa, like, wait, sha ek, who is you?
if i knew what was up, would’ve bent on y’all
i play a dollar van n+gga, who not from the hood
to drive and go spin on y’all
seen dotty got beat with a gun, isn’t it fun?
if it was me it would be with a drum
lookin’ for jewels, but that boy a bum
smokin’ mad opps, too many packs, all in my lungs

- baby gee rap lyrics

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