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[Hook: Lud Foe] Pull up on you what it do fuck nigga You got a gun better shoot fuck nigga Why you sneak dissing me What the fuck I do to you fuck nigga He probably mad because I fucked his bitch It ain't my fault she fell in love with my wrist I ain’t really with the [?] nigga And I ain’t never gave a fuck about shit But I’m really with the street shit I ain’t the nigga that you really wanna beef with These niggas be fu gang Smile all on my face they dont even think I peep shit Young nigga with a OG High speed on the cops shoot it out with the police I be getting to the dope cheese Rocking Dolce & Gabbana designer no white tees [Verse 1: Lud Foe] Bitch I think that I’m Ross, lil bitch I’m a boss She keep watching my diamonds She like what it did cost you Bitch I got it from grinding Now I’m balling like Boston Where the fuck is my mind I can’t find it I lost it Extended clip in my nine You don’t want me start clapping shit I meditated my mind Now I’m back on my rapping shit I constipated my grind Now I’m back on my trapping shit My life is a movie But I ain’t with the acting shit I’m a gudda motherfucker kill a motherfucker Fucking with my brothers from another mother Kidnap a nigga mother motherfucker Fucked 2 bitches then watched them kill each other Drop a stupid price on a nigga head Seen him yesterday now that nigga dead Popping up with Glocks now that nigga scared Heard he in the house I heard he in the bed Red laser beam put it on your head Stomp a nigga now my white Ones red Niggas run they mouth snitching to the feds Tell him what we do and tell him what we did We know where you live you come out the crib Get put in the trunk and hung over a bridge Kill everything in the house except the kids I put my dick in her mouth and leave the kids Miss all my niggas for them I shed tears You know how we roll nigga And if I get caught in that jam I bet I don’t fold nigga Hard body hard body I’m a young nigga but I be with old killers Hard body hard body In the streets it turned me to a cold nigga Boy I’m with that shit Bullets beating on your chest like Godzilla You better not kiss that bitch she was licking on my dick like cigarillo She asked for my number I gave her the wrong one You wanna go to war boy your ass got the wrong gun Talk down on me fuck boy you got the wrong one Run up on me fuck boy you might lose some [Hook: Lud Foe]
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