Lyrics Beef - Mr. Capone-E

You don't want beef, you don't want bacon.
Talking all the yak, you'll be faking, bitch.
You'll be shaking, talking like you with it.
Let's go on a mission, now you quit it.
Keeping that keys from chilling with a rider.
Tattoos on your face, you a lier
Gangbanging drop out, fool. You got moped out. Talking that hoodtres from my laptop.
Tired of these wannabe. Gangster rappers.
Living off the county, shit. Call you a snapper.
Hit you with a chopper, you ain't no monster.
Break that bitch down, now go call the copper.