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[Intro: Lud Foe] Kid Wond3r, you made this beat? Damn Gang, aye, bitch Niggas ain't on shit, you know how we rockin' nigga YSN, Young Street Nigga, bitch Straight gang shit, out west 290 shit, aye [Verse 1: Lud Foe] I'm the stick-up man, jack boy, tryna rob the dope man Bullets make you tap dance, xans make me slow dance Did so many drills, broke the pin in my 4-5th Blunt rollin', gun totin' niggas, we don't throw hands VIP, I walk inside the club, then I throw bands She gave me a lap dance, but she ain't use no hands Caught an opp, we blew 'em down, but we ain't use no fans '74 Cutlass made him thought that I was an old man [Verse 2: Cago Leek] Minivan, hot head, dread-head, Tarzan Only ride new shit, Cago is a car head Thick bitch, new shit, wettin' up my bed Always a snitch nigga, tell 'em what I did Why the fuck this bitch nigga act like he a hardhead? Over flat, I ain't tryin' to be around no Harley's Magic trick, watch me whip this dope and make the carbon Red bitch, I don't give no fucks if she was darkskin We whip dope, we whip hoes, we whip foreigns, all that Wrist cling, ear cling, neck cling, all that 50 in this MAC, go bratt, he caught all that Skeet all in her face, not her back, she caught all that [Refrain: Lud Foe & Cago Leek] Ewwwww, ewwwww, ewwwww [Verse 3: Lud Foe] You say yous a trapper boy, you know you get your clone on You can't sell that dope, 'cause they know that shit stepped on Murk in the club, bitch, your head gon' get stepped on Bullets rip your chest, should've wore you a Teflon Concrete soakin' up your blood like a tampon Young nigga trappin' on that curb with my Mikes on [Refrain: Lud Foe & Cago Leek] Ewwwww, ewwwww, ewwwww [Verse 4: Cago Leek] Bitch, when I get in that 'Cat, I'ma clap, where her walls at Nigga, if you snitch, yous a rat, what we call that I just hit a lick, scratch the check, where the mall at? All these niggas dissin' on the net, but where y'all at? Boy, you out there trappin', I'ma put this TEC where your skull at [Verse 5: Lud Foe] I fuck her from the back, never call back, call back Teabag, made her lick my ballsack, where her halls at Green beam on your bald cap, nigga, fall back Please don't say none crazy 'cause the police got my phone tapped Better not get caught over, if fuckboy don't use the wrong map Your momma on the way over here to give me some of that grown back Fuck her for an hour, you'd think Stella got her groove back Aggravated battery on this Pyrex, bitch, I blue stacks [Refrain: Lud Foe & Cago Leek] Ewwwww [Outro: Lud Foe] [?] got his shit 'cross the border, haha Now how, hahahahahaha Straight gang shit, nigga Gang, gang
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