Intro:
Gang
Aye
Boochie Gang
Aye
Foenem
Lord nem
[Verse 1: Lud Foe]
Shooters at your door (gang gang)
We ain't knocking b**h we kicking down your door. ( Gla Gla)
Onna Gang
Onna Foe
Lil bro he gon' blow. (Gla)
Let these n***a know. (Gang gang)
b**h we keep them poles
These goofy n***as out here stealing clothes
But I just f** they hoes
And finesse them out they checks Faneto
b**h I ain't no Ho'
You a pancake boy you ain't no foe
I sell weed, rocks and blows
I'm a player n***a I might sell your ho'
( Gang x7 FANETO )
[Verse 2: Lud Foe)
Put this 357 barrel down your throat
I'm running out of d** I need to get some more
I might rob the plug
Gang
Faneto
That choppa loose his a**
Bang
Where he go?
His looking for his b**h
Damn where she go?
She with lud foe
Bout' to hit the liquor store
I just took his b**h
Gang
Faneto
Pull up Onna opp then blow
Boom boom boom get low
There's some shooters in this b**h
And we brought the Rugers in this b**h
So don't be acting stupid in this b**h
Or we gon' get to shooting in this b**h
And that coup ain't got no sense
I be getting ruthless in that b**h
And I be getting head behind the tent
b**h you know your boyfriend broke, he can't pay your rent
You catch 50 out this Mack. G Unit
Hoes calling me, my battery on 2 percent
He f**ed with me, and I ain't seen him since
The police question me, I told them s** my dick
( b**h. Gang x4. FANETO )
[verse 3: Lud Foe]
I relax in my Jacuzzi
This b**h mad we can't go to the movies
They mad cause I go hard they wanna shoot me
These b**hes atting me, they wanna do me
These b**hes after me, they are some groupies
Them shoes that you got on, them b**hes fu-ey
Them shoes that i got on, they go by Louie
That pack that I be smoking very fruity
Them n***as I be with be totin' toolies
Them n***as you be with be acting goofy
My life a movie
Got a movie in my uzi
My b**h she bougie
She like "can you get me Louie?"
[Verse 4: Lud foe]
I'll be damned if I go broke
Then it's back to robbing, selling dope
Your b**h be watching me, you better watch your Ho'
b**h you can't f** for free, you better have some dough
And you know how it go
Onna stage doing shows with my pole
I up a role on a ho' they called meat rolls
Robin jeans cost $450 and $850 for my coat
Gang
b**h
Gang