Bizarre

Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre

Rapper style used by me, the Biddy

I put my key, you put your key in

Money we'll be seein'

We'll reach the fuckin' ceiling, check-check it

My Calico been cocked, this rap Alfred Hitchcock

Drop-top-notch, playa-hatin' gon' stop

This instant, rappers too persistent

Quick to spit Biddy name on shit

Make my name taste like ass when you speak it

See me in the street, your jewelry? You can keep it

That be our little secret

See me, B, that is, I that is, gee-whiz

Motherfuckers still in my biz.

Don't they know my nigga Gutter fuckin' kidnap kids?

Fuck 'em in the ass, throw 'em over the bridge

That's how it is, my shit is laid out

Fuck that "beef" shit

That shit is played out.

Y'all got the gall

All I make is one phone call

All y'all disappear by tomorrow

All your guns is borrowed, I don't feel sorrow

Actually, your man passed the Gat to me, now check this

What's beef?

Beef is when you need two Gats to go to sleep

Beef is when your moms ain't safe up in the streets

Beef is when I see you

Guaranteed to be in I-C-U, one more time.

What's beef?

Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep

Beef is when you roll no less than thirty deep

Beef is when I see you

Guaranteed to be in I-C-U, check it