Lud Foe
Direct Messages

[Intro]
Bitch
My Outwest shit, n***a, 290 shit, n***a, you already know how we rockin'
Get your guns up or get your funds up
You on that opp shit get mopsticked
Bitch

[Verse: Lud Foe]
These fuck n***as hate me already
Got a young n***a feeling like I made it already, bitch
I like my cheese with spaghetti
Fuckin' with my fetty you get wopped brains like spaghetti, bitch
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 killer, 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 America's Most Wanted
I got yo' bitch 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 kill shit for me
But you know I'm 4CH Solid Gang, hard to deal with, bitch
Bitch, you fucking with me you gone hit the kill switch
This pump will knock a dread out yo' head when that steel hit it
I been on that savage shit and I'm still with it
Heard these fuck n***as out of shape and I'm still fitted
Trappin' out that bando sellin' heroin
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, come get you some
Turned 15 and I went and bought a Tommy Gun
Pull up serving Whitney had to serve my uncle Bobby sum
Who ain't got no check, pussy boy, we got a lot of funds
Got it out the mud bussing juggs till that profit come
Pussy, 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 bitches eat me up, gimme head till they lockjaw
We pull up get to shooting if you try and run, them bullets chase
We do this shit professional the police come, won't leave a trace
Aim at yo' top when it drop I can see the Sun
Them hollows hit yo' chest leave it sticky like a piece of gum
Bitch, I roll with thieves
Count blue cheese till my fingers numb
Selling coca leaf I chief with the Mexicans
She say she want a feast feed her dick
She won't get a crumb
You know I'm in Chiraq, you can't come come where I'm from
That's yo' ass, pussy boy, you trash, get put in the dump
I stir it in the bowl make it cold like a chemist does
You snitching on yo' n***as, boy, you told, should've shut it 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 bag, 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 LA while it's hot let that heat hit him
I got a 40 Glock 30 shots up in these denims
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 Lacoste, bitch, this shit cost
I'm a fat n***a B.O.N, bitch, I'm big boss
I'm a trap n***a, get 'em in then I 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
Fuck a hoe, sell a hoe dreams then I drove off
[Outro]
I'm sending direct messages (x3)
I get money calls in Texas
I'm sending direct messages (x3)
I get money calls in Texas