[Lyric] I Beat Yo Azz Up (Deala)

[Deala]
[1 verse]
Everytime you got fucked up
Dat means I beat yo' azz up
Ain't able to posse up
So, ya should get out
But don't make it loud
I hear it n will be stalkin
It won't help you, I mean yo barkin
I'm comin with the muthafuckin strap
It duzn't need any fact
Who did you elect?
Don't weep in the trunk of my jeep
If you got poor life n yo ass can't survive
Even when I'm talkin' some shit
But dat's so heat n it duz lead
So, I kill this fuckin beat
It's hard n fast
You will be caught n bust
If you wanna deal with me
Next track I gonna make 'bout dark sea
To be exact, cease yo drinkin' the muthafuckin tea
I don't want to harass
But it be cool if ya gimmie yo address
I wouldn't advise to get into the stress
'Cause you can pass out before I enter
Knockin to the neighbour
He said you should pay the fuckin rental
I made yo ass get up
Don't make me add up - some pain
It'll be more roughly if I put ya in da rain, ya know what I'm sayin
[Chorus]
Yo ho without car
Got fucked up with a tar
But you neva break the law
So, what the fuck?
Yo homies get down by the shot
All dat shit with the help of the muthafuckin slut

[2 verse]
You ask what the fuck I'm talkin 'bout you
But when I'm talkin 'bout you, I'm talkin 'bout yo' fuckin crew
And dat's true
I don't lie, after that don't cry
Look at tha sign
You almost get bumped into the dead end
Deagle's in my hand
I ain't wearin' the fuckin band
Fuck all of your friends
Tryna be so cool drivin on parent's Benz
And you wanna switch to the reverse gear
But fucc dat rear, you start to fear
'Cause it duzn't want to switch
I'm standin near that pitch
I like to smoke out each rich
So, fucc you, bitch
Take tha knife n prick the wheel
Ya have to check yo peel
I don't want to use da gun
'Cause I ain't gonna run
From the muthafuckin police who gonna quiz
But when I stab it, they won't get it
And everythang will be clean
Ya can consider yo property in the fuckin bin
Dat phrase is under the quotes
Tell yo homies they shouldn't drive these roads
They can get busted a cap in their throats
[Chorus]

[3 verse]
I beat yo azz up
And I don't wanna stop
I'm not a gangbanger
But wanna smoke out each muthafuckin seller
Ya know what I'm talkin 'bout
Ass of yours is not stout
Don't pretend to be Tony Raut
Who is he? Nuthin n even not an OG
Just stop doin that
Fucc the damn roulette
If I go to the casino, I'm playin only poker
We ain't got any joker
I wanted to go to American college
To show my big knowledge
I would strike ya there so hard like in the movies
And get too many groupies near the fuckin locker
Don't deal with us, stupid muthafuckin dick sucker
Muthafucka, I live in the country you don't want to attend
Don't try to pretend that you can take a car n rent
Actually, not there
All dat shit will be like a nightmare
Oh, yeah
To make my real tracks
I provide it with a real muthafuckin facts