Lud Foe - 187 (Booxhie Gang Mixtape) lyrics

{Verse 1- Lud Foe} I hit the club with all my ice on , i turn the lights on My tool on me , who this n***a staring at my j**elry? Gang with me , bang with me We start shooting in the club if you scared to tote a gun you can't hang with me Run up in your b**h house where them kilos? Got some bald-headed mexicans shout out my migos I knock on a n***a door Shoot em through the peep hole I just knocked a n***a out why he was mugging me for? Nothing but k**ers on my squad dont make me call up Tito Young n***a , but is throwing n***as like im Debo They done let me in with this pole they should've searched me at the door This n***a blood on my shoes we stomped a n***a in the floor Say you love me baby whats the meaning and sh**? I dont drink codeine i ain't wit that leaning and sh** Brought a new tool put a red beam on that b**h Never wife a b**h i never brought a ring for a b**h You gone make me pull up on your motherf**ing block get to clapping I shoot yo a** 187 f** this rap sh** Tech-9s AR-15s and the mac-10s im out west where we g**n and kidnap sh** Its shooters in your house b**h since you wanna sneak diss on the internet twitter beef n***a tweet this I run up on your a** from behind Oh your lacking bulllets hit your a** in your spine Boy you actin , you get caught in that jam and drop a dime b**h was giving my mans top while i was hitting it from behind This that street sh** Call fo'nem they on that heat sh** , hot sh** Pull up on your block then drop sh** Im robin jeans saggin , i ain't with all of that rock sh** My tooley come Call my gun connect he bring me stupid Glocks Stupid watch filled with stupid diamonds I dont even know what time it is, i barely know where my mind is No time to waste , these bullets gone hit your face Gone make me catch a case Young n***a with felonies Couldn't stay with my o.g she was on section 8 No time to waste , we pull up on your block And then k** any race Mini man im yelling many men fo'nem jump out that mini van I fell off in the club with some thugs Got that semi tucked Heard you wanted war with a thug you ain't hood enough I f** a n***a up Paramedics gotta pick him up She say she wanna f** with a thug cause my money up [x2] You dont wanna get caught in the streets Chest full of lead and a head full of heat Whats with all this twitter beef? We can meet , give a f** imma see you on the streets You better run , boy we do this sh** for fun You be smart if you go and buy a gun I got a f**ed up attitude , very rude Say its beef , now we shooting up the school I laid that murder game down Im a fool Im a rapper but dont get this sh** confused That boy dont wanna use his head He gone lose it , i shoot him in that b**h with this uzi Red beams everywhere , bullets flying everywhere Better run n***a move I kick a n***a door in shooters on the low end call em up and they shooting This stupid b**h tried to fool me , we got enough clips in this b**h to shoot a movie Cops in my rear view , flushing through the traffic k** your mans , he trynna testify , catch his a** in traffic n***a get your rolls up n***a get your poles up Young wild n***as , they gone bring the pole up You ain't gang n***a You dont bang n***a You dont slang We gone hit your block We gone find out where you hanging , dangling I fell off in the club , with some thugs Got my semi tucked Heard you want war with a thug , you ain't hood enough I f** a n***a up Paramedics gotta pick him up She say she wanna f** with a thug cause my money up