I Still Got Beef - Lil B

I’m still in the club with the heavy beef

Twerking off light with the red beam

Dancing like a ho to that bitch mob

25 shots, boy what’s your problem?

Based jam, this the real based party

Downtown in East Oakland, sawed-off shotty

Down in Waterfront with the baby techs

Imma tell you like this, Imma fuck your bitch

Only I know about them hard times

South side, west side, I be on the grind

Like Berkeley High at the school dance

Pop a couple pills, then we go again

This pay-per-view like Triple H

Fuck her first and I might take her on a date

Big rims look like Martha Stewart

You fucking right, go dumb, count that money to it

I’m like a young nigga out in the hood

Bitch I’m strapped like Game like E-40

Task force from the block don’t get me started

Straight game and the bass got my middle name

Never been a fake sucka in the mix

I stand down in the trap catch me on the lick

You might catch me with a purp zip

I’m your little eye, you can catch me on the rip

Tell me bout that money bruh

You ain’t in based world, we don’t fuck with you

Talk to me I talk back like a parrot

Catch me in the chop

4-door Bently with the doors open

Lil B fuck my bitch leave the door open

Imma date the girl with her mind right

Fuck her, push the pussy right

Niggas claim gangster but they really scary

Coming out with that dirty harry

Everybody got beef in the party