#FREESMOKE PT 2

I can't beef with him he dead
I put the racks on they head
I can't beef with him he dead

I can't beef with him he dead
I put the racks on they head
I can't beef with him he dead
I can't beef with him he dead
I put the racks on they head
I can't beef with him he dead
I can't beef with him he dead
I put the racks on they head
I can't beef with him he dead
I can't beef with him he dead
I can't beef with him he dead

I can't beef with him he dead
When he see me he look dead
Hand on his heart like he pledge
No solemn but I had to say it
These niggas they acting fugazi they thinking they slick
No teasing but I had to nearly
She be like hey little daddy I wanna ride in your ped
Hop on the highway and sped
Hop in yo bit' with' no condom tell her gimmie head
Hollup' let's get it
.40 with 50 clip shoot like a missile
Imma' kidnap you I swear they won't miss you
Issues
I'm in the trap cooking dope with a pistol
Try to attack him gon' rip through your tissue
Killa' let's get it
I know you pussy cause' I see your whiskers
You speaking too loud baby you cannot whisper
Fresh out the water like shiver my timbers

I can't beef with him he dead
I put the racks on they head
I can't beef with him he dead
I can't beef with him he dead
I put the racks on they head
I can't beef with him he dead
I can't beef with him he dead
I put the racks on they head
I can't beef with him he dead
I can't beef with him he dead
I can't beef with him he dead