[Intro]
B-Beef -
B-Beef -

[Chorus]
I love beef and I love get money (uh-huh)
I got racks and I got bare honeys (uh-huh)
No cap, real badman ting
Double-tap that twice turn my man Duppy (ba bow)
Shotgun but I call it brucky (that's right)
In the streets all the gyaldem love me (woi woi)
I don't know for the paigon yutes
If I up this pole, fry a man Kentucky (woi woi woi)
I love beef and I love get money
I got racks and I got bare honeys (uh-huh)
No cap, real badman ting
Double-tap that twice turn my man Duppy (ba bow)
Shotgun but I call it brucky (that's right)
In the streets all the gyaldem love me (uh-huh)
I don't know for the paigon yutes
If I up this pole, fry a man Kentucky (woi woi woi)

[Verse 1]
My n***a SR don't rasclart miss
He slapped the whole dots and teared mans wig (bow)
He's in the bando trynna make this dough
Got Pyrex on stove but it ain't no dish (gang)
I link GG for the .4s no cap
He buss the whole ting, leave bare man pissed (woi woi)
I used to make Ps from a black brick phone
And now I make Ps when I rap mans bi'
Chatting on broke and your whole gang shot (bow)
Diligent yute, make your heartbeat stop (woi woi)
Run a man down, two shanks just me
No team, ten toes on a paigon block (uh-huh)
Militant yute if I back this Glock (uh-huh)
I got my young slime in the OT spot
The prof' come sweet when I fly them packs
No NSG ting when I OT bop
[Chorus]
I love beef and I love get money (uh-huh)
I got racks and I got bare honeys (uh-huh)
No cap, real badman ting
Double-tap that twice turn my man Duppy (ba bow)
Shotgun but I call it brucky (that's right)
In the streets all the gyaldem love me (woi woi)
I don't know for the paigon yutes
If I up this pole, fry a man Kentucky (woi woi woi)
I love beef and I love get money
I got racks and I got bare honeys (uh-huh)
No cap, real badman ting
Double-tap that twice turn my man Duppy (ba bow)
Shotgun but I call it brucky (that's right)
In the streets all the gyaldem love me (uh huh)
I don't know for the paigon yutes
If I up this pole, fry a man Kentucky (woi woi woi)

[Verse 2]
I got beef in the streets like fastfood
Don't play ball but I'll get man dunked
Gyal love how I do it like Lakers
Ball so hard now my stack look dumb
I'm a chef like Gordon Ramsay
Good with the blade like a Chinese monk (ching ch)
Cute gyal but her attitude mad
And her arse so big, she's a gorgeous one
Got the dotty in the ride, trynna blow mans back
I was chilling with the drillers when the n***a go wrapped
Had the chingers and the wizard trynna get a man splashed
If I pull up with my hitter then we're bringing out wap
One car, four-man, bare heart, no neeks
Jump out and attack, they ain't realer than man
And the other side broke, they ain't getting no dough
Little n***as my sons, they could never be fam
[Chorus]
I love beef and I love get money (uh-huh)
I got racks and I got bare honeys (uh-huh)
No cap, real badman ting
Double-tap that twice turn my man Duppy (ba bow)
Shotgun but I call it brucky (that's right)
In the streets all the gyaldem love me (woi woi)
I don't know for the paigon yutes
If I up this pole, fry a man Kentucky (woi woi woi)
I love beef and I love get money
I got racks and I got bare honeys (uh-huh)
No cap, real badman ting
Double-tap that twice turn my man Duppy (ba bow)
Shotgun but I call it brucky (that's right)
In the streets all the gyaldem love me (uh huh)
I don't know for the paigon yutes
If I up this pole, fry a man Kentucky
(woi woi woi woi woi woi woi woi)

[Outro]
(uh-huh)
(woi woi woi woi woi woi woi woi)
I love beef and I love get money