[Hook: Lud Foe]
Pull up on you what it do f** n***a
You got a gun better shoot f** n***a
Why you sneak dissing me
What the f** I do to you f** n***a
He probably mad because I f**ed his b**h
It ain't my fault she fell in love with my wrist
I ain't really with the [?] n***a
And I ain't never gave a f** about sh**
But I'm really with the street sh**
I ain't the n***a that you really wanna beef with
These n***as be fu gang
Smile all on my face they dont even think I peep sh**
Young n***a 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]
b**h I think that I'm Ross, lil b**h I'm a boss
She keep watching my diamonds
She like what it did cost you
b**h I got it from grinding
Now I'm balling like Boston
Where the f** is my mind
I can't find it I lost it
Extended clip in my nine
You don't want me start clapping sh**
I meditated my mind
Now I'm back on my rapping sh**
I constipated my grind
Now I'm back on my trapping sh**
My life is a movie
But I ain't with the acting sh**
I'm a gudda motherf**er k** a motherf**er
f**ing with my brothers from another mother
Kidnap a n***a mother motherf**er
f**ed 2 b**hes then watched them k** each other
Drop a stupid price on a n***a head
Seen him yesterday now that n***a dead
Popping up with Glocks now that n***a scared
Heard he in the house I heard he in the bed
Red laser beam put it on your head
Stomp a n***a now my white Ones red
n***as 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
k** everything in the house except the kids
I put my dick in her mouth and leave the kids
Miss all my n***as for them I shed tears
You know how we roll n***a
And if I get caught in that jam I bet I don't fold n***a
Hard body hard body
I'm a young n***a but I be with old k**ers
Hard body hard body
In the streets it turned me to a cold n***a
Boy I'm with that sh**
Bullets beating on your chest like Godzilla
You better not kiss that b**h 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 a** got the wrong gun
Talk down on me f** boy you got the wrong one
Run up on me f** boy you might lose some
[Hook: Lud Foe]