Eh yo drew, my mic up Cause I want motha fucka's to hear me I see you rap bitches talkin' real in the magazines. I'm the same bitch your man want and your best friend's a fan. (Hahahaha) Y'all bitches to me. (ha) You know what, I feel like
I'm in the air, I don't hear bitches' corny The baddest is back. The baddest bitch is back. Beef? Beef is when the bitch titties looking like they sleep. Beef is the clothes lookin' like dirty sheets is when I help you sell records just like I do. Now that's beef. What's Beef? is when these hoes say my name in the streets. Beef is they fame only last a few weeks. Beef is when I help you records just like I do. Now that's beef.
My blades been sharp, My been played with. This one, But nu uh this a game with this. And ima put some hoes to so listen. I dun seen alotta lame, but it's a shame that (uh) You see the problem is I used to you, til' you start jumpin on the dick wit trick. And all of my leftover shit. Now you's a scam. (was up) you get the left over hits. So bitch get on the band or get leftover bitch. I can't believe the beefin wit this drunk ass bitch A slang titty fake Lauren hill ass bitch. You moved to Georgia cause you you aint hit no shit. Now you's mess hoe that's why cut you outta your own video. You dissin' for promo and me is a no no I'm the queen of breeze bitches a hoe But back to the promo (yo) Ima still try to you out And yah I'm bout Khia, dirty miss of the south.
Now what's Beef is when the bitch titties looking like they sleep. Beef is when the clothes lookin' dirty sheeps (bahh) is when I help you sellin' records just like I do. Now that's beef. What's Beef is when these hoes say my name in the streets. Beef is they fame only last a few weeks. is when I help you sellin' records just like I do. Now that's beef. Yo neck and yo back. you know you was wrong, 'And Kang hoe, I aint even like that song Oh was all of this ova some dick? I todl you when my debut, friends, I do 5 or 6. of that, bitch I got some other shit to address About some pussy ass with ma name in they chest Sayin: 'Trina fucked Biggie now she fuckin' Wayne' You niggas snitchin' on your records up a bitch name. You wouldn't do to a nigga, so why you do it me? You soundin' like a hoe nigga, why you T? you's a cash money reject, a night work soldier He fuckin' with boy and you gon end up in a coma. And what about the he's a silly. Last I heard you even from Philly. So nigga keep the bench warm and the playas handle the shit Cause you dissin' for a deal but I'm just dissin' with the real.