Beef Pt. 2 (Remix)

[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, nigga's 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, your mans Woo in a trunk
My mans Ace just got out, your mans Ace in a blunt
Wait 'til summertime 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
Evеrybody want to ride but they don't see the point
Comе through like the Navy, we don't be with oink
The 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
Bitch, I always been a shooter, I ain't never been a driver
Stabbing in your 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 pliers
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 eight of Wock'
Better ask his mans, we had them bitches ripping through his lot
Better ask her friends, we'll fuck them hoes and kick 'em out
Bitch, our defense like Kawhi, it ain't no scoring on my niggas
Hopped 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 your 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 mama love to take dick
I hate midgets, I hate skateboarders, I hate opps
The hoes know it's dog shit on me, I ain't pops
YouTube say I 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