Lud Foe - Wat It Do lyrics

[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]