Lyrics
I walked in the place
All strapped up
You niggas ain't ready for me
On God
I caught you niggas off guard
I be eating you niggas like beef
You niggas ain't playing my shit
Oh no
You niggas ain't playing my shit
Oh no
I be eating you niggas like beef
I be eating you nigga like beef
I walked in the place
All strapped up
You niggas ain't ready for me
On God
I caught you niggas off guard
I be eating you niggas like beef
You niggas ain't playing my shit
Oh no
You niggas ain't playing my shit
Oh no
I be eating you niggas like beef
I be eating you nigga like beef
Walked in the place all strapped up
Hope you niggas are magged up
Cuz am blowing shots to you
Never missing shots on you
You niggas ain't ready for me
I be keeping it strapped
Like a sit belt
Never to be caught off guard
Mix that henny with the h20
Gat my goons
In the backyard
Giving shots on a big back
Cut that body
Put it in a cuffin
Ak47 in the closet
All my opps are target
All my opps are dead
Red dot never gonna miss a nigga
Finna be pulling that trigger on a hater
I be sitting and smoking my strain
I walked in the place
All strapped up
You niggas ain't ready for me
On God
I caught you niggas off guard
I be eating you niggas like beef
You niggas ain't playing my shit
Oh no
You niggas ain't playing my shit
Oh no
I be eating you niggas like beef
I be eating you nigga like beef
I walked in the place
All strapped up
You niggas ain't ready for me
On God
I caught you niggas off guard
I be eating you niggas like beef
You niggas ain't playing my shit
Oh no
You niggas ain't playing my shit
Oh no
I be eating you niggas like beef
I be eating you nigga like beef
It is what it is
Sweep her off her feet
Take her guy
To the 6feet deep
Never slacking if the chick so peng
Wearing all tang top
Looking so bad
Pull up in a drop top
With a gucci bag
With a gucci bag
Cop that nike
With a goddamn vest
Hitting my plug
On a sunday night
Zooming round next
We dey cash and carry
Me and my guys
We dey ball every night
Benz and range
It's D and his squad
Smoke and sip that thing
Till we die
Sipping on purple
We can't see a thing
Smoking on green
We can't feel a thing
WRITERS
Louis Idemudia
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