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187 - lud foe lyrics

[verse 1]
i hit the club with all my ice on
i turn the lights on
my tool on me
who this n-gga staring at my jewelry
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 yo b-tch house
where them kilos?
got some bald headed mexicans
shout out my migos
i knock on a n-gga door, shoot him through the peep hole
i just knocked a n-gga out, what he was mugging me for?
nun but k!llers in my squad, don’t make call up t-to
young n-gga, but is extorting n-ggas like i’m debo
they ain’t let me in with this pole, they should’ve searched me at the door
this n-gga blood on my shoe, we stomped a n-gga in the floor
say ya love me baby, whats the meanin of that sh-t?
i don’t drink codeine, i ain’t with that leaning and sh-t
got a new tool, put a red beam on that b-tch
never wife a b-tch, i never bought a ring for a b-tch
you gone make me pull up on yo motherf-ckin block
get to clappin
i shoot yo -ss, 187 f-ck this rap sh-t
tec-9’s, ar-15’s, and a mac 10
im out west, where we gang bang and kidnap sh-t
its shooters in yo house, b-tch, since you wanna sneak diss
on the internet
twitter beef
n-gga tweet this
9, i run up on yo -ss from behind
are ya lackin? bullets hit yo -ss in yo spine
boy ya actin, ya get caught in that jam, and drop a dime
b-tch was givin my mans top, while i was hittin her from behind
this that street sh-t, call foe nem, we on that heat sh-t
hot sh-t
pull up on yo block, then drop sh-t
we pop sh-t
i’m robbin jeans saggin, i ain’t with all of that rocks sh-t
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 yo face
gone make me catch a case
young n-gga with felonies
couldn’t stay with my og, she was on section 8
no discriminate we pull up on yo block
and then k!ll any race
mini man, im yelling many man
4nem jump out that mini van

[hook]
i fell off in the club with some thugs
and the semi tucked
heard you want a war with a thug, you ain’t hood enough
i f-ck a n-gga up, paramedics gotta pick him up
she say she wanna f-ck with a thug, cause my money up
i fell off in the club with some thugs
and the semi tucked
heard you want a war with a thug, you ain’t hood enough
i f-ck a n-gga up, paramedics gotta pick him up
she say she wanna f-ck with a thug, cause my money up

[verse 2]
you don’t wanna get caught in the street
chest full of lead, and a head full of heat
whats with all this twitter beef? we can meet
give a f-ck, imma see ya on the streets
you better run, boi we do this sh-t for fun
you’d be smart if you go and buy a gun
i got a f-cked up att-tude, very rude
say its beef, now i’m shooting up a school
i lay that murder game down, i’m a fool
i’m a rapper but don’t get this sh-t confused
that boy don’t wanna use his head, he gone lose
then i shoot him and that b-tch with this uzi
red beams everywhere
bullets flyin everywhere
better run n-gga, move it
i kick a n-gga door in, shooters on the low end
call em up and they shootin
this stupid b-tch tryna fool me
we got enough clips in this b-tch to shoot a movie
cops in my rear view, flashing through the traffic
k!ll yo mans, he tried to testify, catch his -ss in traffic
n-gga get yo rolls up
n-gga get yo poles up
young wild n-ggas
they gone bring the poles up
you ain’t gang n-gga
you dont bang n-gga
you dont slang
we gone hit yo block
we gone find out where you hang, dangling

[hook: lud foe]
i fell off in the club with some thugs
and the semi tucked
heard you want a war with a thug, you ain’t hood enough
i f-ck a n-gga up, paramedics gotta pick him up
she say she wanna f-ck with a thug, cause my money up
i fell off in the club with some thugs
and the semi tucked
heard you want a war with a thug, you ain’t hood enough
i f-ck a n-gga up, paramedics gotta pick him up
she say she wanna f-ck with a thug, cause my money up

- lud foe lyrics

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