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Lud Foe
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[Intro: Lud Foe] Got a red beam on this motherfuckin' Glock nine You better run 'fore your ass get left behind I know she was your bitch but she was never mine Stool pigeon ass nigga, you can't wait to drop a dime Ayy, ayy [Chorus: Lud Foe] Niggas always yellin' out all that street shit Pussy boy, we ain't the ones you want to beef with We tote Uzis, we leave you woozy A bunch of clips like we startin' a movie A bunch of diamonds on my wrist, Patek Philippe shit We hit the mall and we ain't never on no cheap shit We rock Gucci and Louis, we got guns like Call of Duty Niggas always yellin' out all that street shit Pussy boy, we ain't the ones you want to beef with We tote Uzis, we leave you woozy A bunch of clips like we startin' a movie A bunch of diamonds on my wrist, Patek Philippe shit We hit the mall and we ain't never on no cheap shit We rock Gucci and Louis, we got guns like Call of Duty [Verse 1: Lud Foe] I got a red beam on this motherfuckin' Glock nine You better run 'fore your ass get left behind I know she was your bitch but she was never mine Stool pigeon ass nigga, you can't wait to drop a dime Don't start shit, nigga it won't be shit I fuck around and go to jail the day that don't eat shit I'm rollin', I'm so motherfuckin' high I can't see shit I know niggas fu as hell, I act like I don't peep shit This fuck nigga wanna at me on some tweet shit Pussy nigga I'm the wrong one to tweak with Pull up on a fuck nigga block, then fire it up Baby girl bend that thing over, I'ma tear it up Forgis on my whip, I'ma ride, block the tires up Quit yellin', woofin' 'bout what you gon' do and just surprise us Me and my niggas gang bang And some of them still in the chain gang [Chorus: Lud Foe] Niggas always yellin' out all that street shit Pussy boy, we ain't the ones you want to beef with We tote Uzis, we leave you woozy A bunch of clips like we startin' a movie A bunch of diamonds on my wrist, Patek Philippe shit We hit the mall and we ain't never on no cheap shit We rock Gucci and Louis, we got guns like Call of Duty Niggas always yellin' out all that street shit Pussy boy, we ain't the ones you want to beef with We tote Uzis, we leave you woozy A bunch of clips like we startin' a movie A bunch of diamonds on my wrist, Patek Philippe shit We hit the mall and we ain't never on no cheap shit We rock Gucci and Louis, we got guns like Call of Duty [Verse 2: SG Batman] Blue and white behind me, they gotta catch me Bitch you better not test me You'll get your ass sniped like Wesley I'm a demon, you don't wanna upset me When we walk into the building, cut the check please I let this TEC squeeze Coolant kit up on this bitch to help the TEC breathe Keep my foot on niggas' necks, I know they can't breathe Niggas don't want statics, we tote automatics Shoot a nigga in his face for acting like he savage They ain't wanna see us win but it already happened Don't confuse me with this rappin', bitch we comin' through clappin' Stackin' money, bitches know my bread long Geek his head up, now his head gone Try to run, I'ma put this lead on you Paramedics, white sheets, and a stretch bed for em [Chorus: Lud Foe] Niggas always yellin' out all that street shit Pussy boy, we ain't the ones you want to beef with We tote Uzis, we leave you woozy A bunch of clips like we startin' a movie A bunch of diamonds on my wrist, Patek Philippe shit We hit the mall and we ain't never on no cheap shit We rock Gucci and Louis, we got guns like Call of Duty Niggas always yellin' out all that street shit Pussy boy, we ain't the ones you want to beef with We tote Uzis, we leave you woozy A bunch of clips like we startin' a movie A bunch of diamonds on my wrist, Patek Philippe shit We hit the mall and we ain't never on no cheap shit We rock Gucci and Louis, we got guns like Call of Duty
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