Murk ’em
Murk ’em
(Brr) Run in his crib and kill everything living, you hear me?
I don’t play with no beef
I come on your street
We ain’t play with no pussy
I don’t squash no beef
You know I’m on top of everything, nigga (Lurking)
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
If I wanted a nigga gone, he a dead man (He through)
Heard he sneak dissing, seen him, what you sayin’, nigga (What you sayin’?)
We ain’t play with no pussy
I ain’t no hatin’ ass nigga, but I hate niggas (Hate ’em)
We ain’t sleeping on these niggas
[Hook: Tee Grizzley & Meek Mill]
Catch his homie out in traffic, that’s your man, nigga? (That’s your man?)
We’re just creeping on these niggas (Yeah)

We ain’t doing no flex
Stopped the PJ in your city, we ain’t playin’ nigga (Skurt)
Like it’s [??] order, we gon’ squeeze niggas (Facts)
I was taught to handle everything, nigga (Handle that)
If we make it through the summer, we gon’ leave niggas (Like what?)
Hit the club in them Audi trucks and threw bands
Rental in my cousin’s name with the grams in him
You know I’m on top of everything, nigga (Lurking)

[Verse 6: Meek Mill]
(Tell that bitch, we in this bitch)
[Intro: Tee Grizzley]
Couple niggas used to be with us, we ain’t make it to they funeral, they said that we did it
We ain’t play with no pussy
I don’t squash no beef
What they gone do when I pull up and make em’ catch a lot?
We ain’t sleeping on these niggas
We ain’t sleeping on these niggas
I chase nigga, eliminate niggas (Ayy)
We ain’t play with no pussy
I come on your street
When we wack ’em, shit Obama prolly gon’ know about it (Brr)
All this money got me thinking what I owe my rivals (Pussies)
And walk in your house with big shit like I’m finna move in
I come on your street
Load the chopper, crack the window when we rollin’ by (There it go)
You know I’m on top of everything, nigga (Lurking)
I’m through the city in that Range with my thang, nigga (On my momma)
Still putting Draco’s on the plane, nigga (Draco)
We’re just creeping on these niggas (Yeah)
Let’s get it
Meek, you got your strap?
[Verse 4: Meek Mill]
I don’t sleep on no beef
We ain’t sleeping on these niggas

[Hook: Tee Grizzley & Meek Mill]
And then don’t shot cribs, they gon’ give you one chance
These niggas tweet a lot, these niggas text alot
(Brr) Run in his crib and kill everything living, you hear me?
Like nigga, come outside or we gon’ come in, boy
I don’t squash no beef
Say my name and get banged, that’s on gang, nigga
What they gone do, that doctor ain’t got shit to save niggas (It go)

I see the fear in your face, nigga (Lying)
Niggas in your backyard and on your front grass (We here)
I don’t play with no beef
We ain’t doing no flex

Murk ’em
I was taught to handle everything, nigga (Handle that)
Fuck talking, let that metal bang, nigga

Know we chopping, test ’em and we leave you Holy Bible (Woo)
I was taught to handle everything, nigga (Handle that)

You know I’m on top of everything, nigga (Lurking)
[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t get it twisted, bitch, we still got them Scooby Doo vans (Still slidin’)
And ain’t no turning back, I got my mind made, nigga (For real)
Run in his crib and kill everything living (Brr)
Squeeze that Glock until my trigger blue-black (Bow)
Yeah, nigga diss me in these raps, how we gon’ go about it (We gon’ go about it)
Tell ’em Leek, that lemon squeeze ain’t for lemonade, nigga (No)
We’re just creeping on these niggas (Yeah)
Fuck talking, let that metal bang, nigga
I don’t sleep on no beef
Helluva made this beat, baby

I don’t play with no beef
Still ride SRTs with the yams in ’em (SKurt)
Ain’t nothin’ to talk ’bout
Run in his crib and kill everything living, you hear me? (It’s on)
Circle through your hood, where your crew at? (Where your crew, nigga?)

Fuck a drive-by, run ’em down so we know we got ’em (Hit ’em)
I don’t squash no beef
Blue beam on that choppa Kamehameha
[Hook: Tee Grizzley & Meek Mill]
Fuck with me, I’ma come to where you stand
[Hook: Tee Grizzley & Meek Mill]
A nigga said we tried to squash it then you know we lyin’ (Fall)
Haa
I don’t sleep on no beef

Fuck talking, let that metal bang, nigga
Fuck talking, let that metal bang, nigga
I leave his whole body bloody, call him Red Man

I come on your street
[Verse 5: Tee Grizzley]
I don’t play with no beef
I throw them dragon balls at you like I’m Kakarot (boom, boom, boom)
Tryna hide behind your niggas, that’s your man’s ass (nigga)
Murk ’em
Send your whole squad a message like a group text (Uh, brr)
I told my youngin’ grab that rifle, set that boy on fire (Brr)
Lost the memory, him must have had them Xans in him (On them Xans)
[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
I was taught to handle everything, nigga (Handle that)
I don’t sleep on no beef
He say he don’t fuck with you and he a fan of us, pussy
Let me say that I don’t wanna see you bustlin’ (Kill the niggas)
We ain’t doing no flex
We’re just creeping on these niggas (Yeah)

Say my name on his song, he a dead man (That’s your ass)
Hit your dawg 20 times, nigga, you next (You next)
We ain’t doing no flex