Beef Pt. 2
FWC Big Key
GENRE
[Intro: FWC Big Key]
Cash Gang Key
Waddup Head, Waddup Lik
[Verse 1: Big Key]
Free Mook
Yeah he dropped 'Boy Woo
You and my strap might be brothers he a GlockBoy too
"What about Ace?"
Niggas dropped boy too
G died from a Glock niggas not no goon
Woo was playing 2K they upped the blower on his ass
Ace thought he couldn't get beat they upped the joker on his ass
This beef shit really funny bro was joking when he passed
Can't get who we wanted put yo' bro shit on the glass
My mans Woo still alive
Yo mans Woo in a trunk
My mans Ace just got out
Yo mans Ace in a blunt
Wait to summer catch a nigga tryna stunt
Hit his ass with shotgun like he was sitting in the front
Still out here on that tip ain't tryna see the joint
Everybody want to ridе but they don't see the point
Come through likе the Navy we don't be with oink
Only time a nigga scared is if I see the boys
[Verse 2: Lik]
Had to get 'em out of there you know them baldheads retired
Oh he said he shot at me? Man that lil nigga a liar
I pull up with some shit blowing with more sounds then a choir
I always been a shooter ian never been no driver
Stabbing in yo' bitch guts I feel like I'm Michael Myers
I got niggas bagging up but they ain't never worked at Meijer
You niggas better tighten up and I ain't talking 'bout no plyers
When this chopper lighting up that's another nigga dying
Don't worry 'bout it heard that pussy caught them face shots
Me and Snow just smoked the last opp off a 8 of Wock
Better ask his mans we had them bitches ripping through his locks
Better ask her friends we a fuck them hoes and kick 'em out
Bitch our defense like Kawhi it ain't no scoring on my niggas
Hop out with the baby Drac' and left his head on his niggas
Bitch I feel like Superman when I'm rolling off them jiggas
You better get yo' mans before I smoke one of them niggas
[Verse 3: 392 Lil Head]
I miss my nigga 'V we used to take hits
Lil Mike don't need no tissue when he take shit
Boy you niggas fake pits
Ask Money Meech his baby momma love to take dick
I hate mitches I hate skateboarders I hate opps
The hoes know it's dog shit on me I ain't pops
Youtube say killed AJ I hate cops
I just got face from the bitch you ate twat
Y'all some lil boys I can be 700 dad
700 Glocks more like 700 fags
I wish Bang was out he was on 700 ass
Don't give a fuck if you had 700 mags
We all stepping
We all steppers
My opps sick as fuck them niggas need a Alka-Seltzer
All them rappers dying them niggas need someone to help 'em
Always in a rush I done fucked around and left her
Cash Gang Key
Waddup Head, Waddup Lik
[Verse 1: Big Key]
Free Mook
Yeah he dropped 'Boy Woo
You and my strap might be brothers he a GlockBoy too
"What about Ace?"
Niggas dropped boy too
G died from a Glock niggas not no goon
Woo was playing 2K they upped the blower on his ass
Ace thought he couldn't get beat they upped the joker on his ass
This beef shit really funny bro was joking when he passed
Can't get who we wanted put yo' bro shit on the glass
My mans Woo still alive
Yo mans Woo in a trunk
My mans Ace just got out
Yo mans Ace in a blunt
Wait to summer catch a nigga tryna stunt
Hit his ass with shotgun like he was sitting in the front
Still out here on that tip ain't tryna see the joint
Everybody want to ridе but they don't see the point
Come through likе the Navy we don't be with oink
Only time a nigga scared is if I see the boys
[Verse 2: Lik]
Had to get 'em out of there you know them baldheads retired
Oh he said he shot at me? Man that lil nigga a liar
I pull up with some shit blowing with more sounds then a choir
I always been a shooter ian never been no driver
Stabbing in yo' bitch guts I feel like I'm Michael Myers
I got niggas bagging up but they ain't never worked at Meijer
You niggas better tighten up and I ain't talking 'bout no plyers
When this chopper lighting up that's another nigga dying
Don't worry 'bout it heard that pussy caught them face shots
Me and Snow just smoked the last opp off a 8 of Wock
Better ask his mans we had them bitches ripping through his locks
Better ask her friends we a fuck them hoes and kick 'em out
Bitch our defense like Kawhi it ain't no scoring on my niggas
Hop out with the baby Drac' and left his head on his niggas
Bitch I feel like Superman when I'm rolling off them jiggas
You better get yo' mans before I smoke one of them niggas
[Verse 3: 392 Lil Head]
I miss my nigga 'V we used to take hits
Lil Mike don't need no tissue when he take shit
Boy you niggas fake pits
Ask Money Meech his baby momma love to take dick
I hate mitches I hate skateboarders I hate opps
The hoes know it's dog shit on me I ain't pops
Youtube say killed AJ I hate cops
I just got face from the bitch you ate twat
Y'all some lil boys I can be 700 dad
700 Glocks more like 700 fags
I wish Bang was out he was on 700 ass
Don't give a fuck if you had 700 mags
We all stepping
We all steppers
My opps sick as fuck them niggas need a Alka-Seltzer
All them rappers dying them niggas need someone to help 'em
Always in a rush I done fucked around and left her
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