**[Intro]**
(yeah… yeah…)
She walk in, room get violent
I seen the young buck she with — he silent
Aight bet
**[Chorus]**
I can beat him up, I can beat him up
For that pussy I’ll put his whole face in the mud
I can beat him up, I can beat him up
She so fine I don’t care if we draw blood
I can beat him up (huh), I can beat him up (what)
One wrong glance and his jaw gettin’ touched
She lookin’ at me while he holdin’ her clutch
Sorry lil’ bro, tonight you gettin’ rushed
**[Verse 1]**
She got that demon walk, hips like a hex
Lipstick red like the blood I’ma shed
He 5'10 talkin’ tough on the net
In person he fold like a lawn chair, I bet
I’m off the Wock’ and the ZaZa tonight
Eyes low, heart black, grip on the fight
She bitin’ her lip while he checkin’ his likes
I’m already plottin’ on how he gon’ die
She whisper “he sweet” but her body don’t lie
Ass so fat it got its own gravity, why
Would God make a woman this wicked, this fine
Then pair her with a young buck built like a decline?
I’m slidin’ through the function, black hoodie, no chain
One punch he gon’ leak like a faucet with rain
She gon’ act shocked for the ‘Gram, post a claim
But we both know she fuckin’ me later the same
**[Chorus]**
I can beat him up, I can beat him up
For that pussy I’ll put his whole face in the mud
I can beat him up, I can beat him up
She so fine I don’t care if we draw blood
I can beat him up (huh), I can beat him up (what)
One wrong glance and his jaw gettin’ touched
She lookin’ at me while he holdin’ her clutch
Sorry lil’ bro, tonight you gettin’ rushed
**[Verse 2]**
He keep postin’ “my girl” like a shield made of pixels
I’m tryna see if that jaw really break when it’s hit, fool
She wearin’ that dress like it’s painted on sinful
Every step she take feel like sin in a missile
I’m paranoid, clutchin’ the blick in the VIP
He keep lookin’ over here, think he gon’ live, he?
I’ll stomp him in Prada, leave scuffs on his white tee
Turn that young buck memory into a fight scene on IG
She slid in my DMs at 3:47
“u wild asf lol” — yeah bitch I’m unmedicated heaven
He sleepin’ right next to her, dreamin’ ‘bout medals
While she sendin’ me voice notes moanin’ my name, devil
**[Bridge / Breakdown]**
(slows down, heavy reverb)
I don’t want beef…
I want her
But if beef come with her…
Then fuck it, I’m comin’ for dinner
(beat drops back hard)
**[Final Chorus]**
I can beat him up, I can beat him up
Blood on my forces, still runnin’ it up
I can beat him up, I can beat him up
She already choosin’, he just ain’t enough
I can beat him up (beat him up)
I can beat him up (beat him up)
She so motherfuckin’ bad I don’t give a fuck
I can beat him up…
(yeah… tonight you gettin’ touched)
**[Outro]**
She mine now
Young buck learned now
808s hit like a coffin nail sound
I can beat him up…
I already did.
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