FCG Heem feat. Pooh Shiesty - Beef (feat. Pooh Shiesty) Lyrics

Lyrics Beef (feat. Pooh Shiesty) - FCG Heem , Pooh Shiesty



Yeah, oh
Yeah, oh, oh, I'm tryna (Made it out the struggle, we can do it all)
Oh, oh, they say, oh, oh (Made it out the struggle, we can do it all)
(King Nathan with another one)
Oh, they say, oh, oh
Yeah, they say, oh, they say, oh, oh (They say, oh, oh)
Oh, they say, they say, oh, oh (Yeah, oh)
Oh, they say (Oh, oh)
Oh
Told lil' bruh he better not come back
Until all them niggas dead (All them niggas dead, yeah)
Niggas pillow talkin' on the kid, but look
I heard just what you said (Bitch, I heard just what you said, yeah)
Niggas changed on me when I was down
But look, you gotta know how to play it
(But you gotta know how to play, yeah)
And I'm comfortable when Lil' Foreign got that stick
'Cause he gon' spray it (I know Lil' Foreign gon' spray, yeah), yeah
And I advise you niggas
Please just stay up out my way (Please just stay up out my way)
Broward County, best believe the city love me
I made a way (I know they love me, I made a way)
Lil' woadie don't want know smoke for real
'Cause he know where we stay ('Cause he know where we stay)
Fuck that, we gotta get him gone
'Cause he know where we lay (Just 'cause he know where we lay)
I'm paranoid, no, I can't trust a soul
I'm ridin' 'round with that Drac' (I'm ridin' 'roudn with this Drac')
How the fuck I'ma leave the hood without Lil' Foreign?
That's my ace (Lil' Foreign, that's my ace)
Stay in your place
Them young niggas'll really eat your face
(They'll really eat your face)
'Member they was talkin' down on me
I wonder what they say (I wonder what they say)
Don't wait, them young niggas
Really 'bout that gun play (Really 'bout that gun play)
Don't play, them young niggas
Strictly 'bout that money (They strictly 'bout that money)
Ok, they left me by my lonely
I'm gon' be ok (I swear I'm gon' be ok)
Them young niggas don't wanna do no talkin'
They really tote K's (Don't talk, they really tote K's)
Pussy boy, we don't care about no vest
'Cause we shoot neck and up ('Cause we shoot neck and up)
He ain't really gettin' to no money, nigga, shut it up
Really gettin' to the burger cheese for real
Go get your cheddar up (Fuck nigga, go get your cheddar up)
When we hit the strip, we make it rain
Get your umbrella up (Go get your lil' bread up)
Told lil' bruh he better not come back
Until all them niggas dead (All them niggas dead, yeah)
Niggas pillow talkin' on the kid
But look, I heard just what you said
(I heard just what you said, yeah)
Niggas changed on me when I was down
But look, you gotta know how to play it
(But you gotta know how to play, yeah)
And I'm comfortable when Lil' Foreign got that stick
'Cause he gon' spray it (Lil' Foreign, he gon' spray, yeah), yeah
And I advise you niggas
Please just stay up out my way (Way, please just stay up out my way)
Broward County, best believe the city love me (Blrrd)
I made a way (Yeah, I know they love me, I made a way)
Lil' woadie don't want know smoke for real
'Cause he know where we stay (Mm, 'cause he know where we stay)
Fuck that, we gotta get him gone
'Cause he know where we lay
(Get him gone, 'cause he know where we lay)
Before them youngins
I put on, Big Shiesty saved the day (I made a way)
Came a long way from high speeds
From the police and them raids (Every day)
Oh, every time, I keep it solid
Never fold, won't break (Nope)
Boy, that shit don't make you killer
'Cause you tatted on the face (Blrrd, blrrd)
CGE knock down gorillas
Everybody with me snakes
Ridin' with my baby AR pistol
My clip full of .308 (Yeah)
Dropped thirty thousand
All blues, I want him dead in broad day
I'm havin' too much bread to play
I'ma just get him out the way (Blrrd)
I got my fire at every show (Show)
It still poke out when I'm on stage (Stage)
Count up the backend at the door (Huh?)
I can't come in 'til I get paid (Blrrd)
She see these diamonds, she gon' go
I knocked her with my Cartier
I told lil' bruh when he complete the mission
We gon' celebrate
Go get some color and pour an eighth
We sip on Wockhardt every day (Huh? Wock', Wock')
Five hundred shots everywhere I go
In every city, every state (Blrrd, blrrd, blrrd, blrrd)
Playing with me, it won't be too long 'fore you get put in a grave
They tried to say I got him gone but I was somewhere in LA
Toe-taggin' niggas (Blrrd)
Body-baggin' niggas, that's all they know
(Blrrd, blrrd, that's all they know)
Everybody sayin' I'm destined
Like they know I was 'posed to blow
(Uh, they know I was 'posed to blow)
Your own dog'll change up on you for some fame
If he ain't know (Some fame if he ain't know)
All these groupie hoes tryna fuck a nigga
Now they all on go (And now they all on go)
Murder all them niggas
Tryna play 'round with the kid (Play 'round with the kid, yeah)
It won't never be the same
I can't forget 'bout what you did
(I can't forget 'bout what you did, yeah)
Hope my brother and them don't change
And they remain just how they is (Just remain just how they is)
Bitch, I wrote this shit in pain
I hope you know I'm really serious (I'm really serious, yeah)
Told lil' bruh he better not come back
Until all them niggas dead (All them niggas dead, yeah)
Niggas pillow talkin' on the kid
But look, I heard just what you said
(I heard just what you said, yeah)
Niggas changed on me when I was down
But look, you gotta know how to play it
(But you gotta know how to play, yeah)
And I'm comfortable when Lil' Foreign got that stick
'Cause he gon' spray it (I know Lil' Foreign gon' spray, yeah), yeah
And I advise you niggas
Please just stay up out my way (Please just stay up out my way, yeah)
Broward County, best believe the city love me
I made a way (Know I made a way, yeah)
Lil' woadie don't want know smoke for real
'Cause he know where we stay ('Cause he know where we stay, yeah)
Fuck that, we gotta get him gone
'Cause he know where we lay ('Cause he know where we lay, yeah)
'Cause he know where we lay, ayy
Fuck that, we gotta get him gone 'cause he know where we stay, ayy
'Cause he know where we, uh
Fuck that, we gotta get him gone 'cause he know where we stay, ayy
Oh, they say, oh, oh
Oh, they say, oh, oh (We made it out the struggle, we can do it all)
I got No Limit in this bitch with me
(Made it out the struggle, we can do it all)



Writer(s): Nathan Ivanson Silfain


FCG Heem feat. Pooh Shiesty - Neighborhood Poetry
Album Neighborhood Poetry
date of release
21-05-2021



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