Lud Foe - Direct Messages lyrics

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Lud Foe - Direct Messages lyrics

[Verse: Lud Foe] These f** n***as hate me already, got a young n***a feeling like I made it already, I like my cheese with spaghetti f**in' with my fetty you get woped brains like spaghetti, you hop up off that plane we extorting n***as, n***a you's a mouse n***a you a house n***a, I got shooters from out south n***a, watch ya mouth n***a, late night we pop out show you what we bout n***a, ain't no room in my room pistols in the couch n***a, got a room full of goons and we pointing out n***as, Lud Foe took his cookies cause he was a scout n***a, I'm gorilla mixed with k**er I'll shoot it out with you, I hit the club with some thugs throwing dubs on yo baby momma, hop up out the 'Rarri do the dash you'll think I was sonic, boochie gang gang should be on Americas most wanted, I got yo b**h high thought she was gone die when she hit the chronic, call up cago bring that tool he gone act a fool if you snooze you gone make the news boy don't be no fool, the GD's, The BD's will k** sh** for me, but you know I'm 4CH Solid gang [?] b**h, you f**ing with me you gone hit the k** switch this pump will knock a dread out yo head when that steel hit it, I been on that savage sh** and I'm still with it, heard these f** n***as out of shape and I'm still fitted, trappin out that bando sellin h**n, it all started out I was a shorty playing with bb guns, went to school with my daddy tool I was a sneaky son, a lot of hallows you think you a bully boy come get you some, turned 15 and I went and bought a tommy gun, pull up serving Whitney had to show my uncle bobby sum, who ain't got no check p**y boy we got a lot of funds, got it out the mud bussing juggs till that profit come, better use your brain if you got it all, n***a say he drinking lean he drinking Tylenol, that money hit me up n***a I ain't gotta call, these b**hes eat me up give me head till they lockjaw we pull up get to shooting if you try and run them bullets chase, we do this sh** professional the police come won't leave a trace, aim at yo top when it drop I can see the sun, them hallows hit yo chest leave it sticky like a piece of gum, b**h I roll with thieves, count blue cheese till my fingers numb,selling cooca leaf I chief with the Mexicans, she say she want a feast feed her dick she can't get a crumb, you know I'm in chiraq you can't come come where I'm from, that's yo a** p**y boy you trash get put in the dump, I stir it in the bowl make it cold like a chemist's, you snitching on yo n***as boy you told should've shutted up, throwin shade I ain't got no blade but I'm cuttin' up, you the type of n***a get on then you leave n***as, I'm the type of n***a get on and I feed n***as, I'ma rock the club with my gang I don't need n***as, you better tuck yo chain be a stain or the victim, bullets hit yo brain show no sympathy we treat n***as, get a body bad white sheet rest in peace n***a I'm lookin for that boy but I ain't playing hide and seek with him, we catch him in L'A while its hot let that heat hit him, I got a 40 Glock 30 shots up at these n***as, Then I pull up get to shooting hit that n***a and who be with him, then we slam off in a Jaguar with the top off take her top off no lil cost b**h this sh** cost, I'm a fat n***a B.O.N b**h I'm big boss, I'm a trap n***a get 'em in then we send em off, say you at the top bullets hot knock yo top off, that shotty hit yo body put a body on my sawed off, serving dope to the dope fiends make em nod off, f** a hoe sell a hoe dreams then I drove off I'm sending direct messages (x3) I get money calls and textes

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