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direct messages - lud foe lyrics

[intro]
b-tch
my outwest sh-t n-gga 290 sh-t n-gga you already know how we rockin’
get your guns up or get your funds up
you on that opp sh-t get mopsticked
b-tch

[verse: lud foe]
these f-ck n-ggas hate me already
got a young n-gga feeling like i made it already, b-tch
i like my cheese with spaghetti f-ckin’ with my fetty you get woped brains like spaghetti, b-tch
you hop up off that plane we extorting n-ggas
n-gga you’s a mouse n-gga you a house n-gga
i got shooters from out south n-gga, watch ya mouth n-gga, late night
we pop out show you what we bout n-gga
ain’t no room in my room pistols in the couch n-gga
got a room full of goons and we pointing out n-ggas
lud foe took his cookies cause he was a scout n-gga
i’m gorilla mixed with k!ller 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-tch 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!ll sh-t for me, but you know i’m 4ch solid gang hard to deal with, b-tch
b-tch, you f-cking with me you gone hit the k!ll switch this pump will knock a dread out yo head when that steel hit it
i been on that savage sh-t and i’m still with it
heard these f-ck n-ggas 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 p-ssy boy we got a lot of funds
got it out the mud bussing juggs till that profit come
p-ssy better use your brain if you got it all
n-gga say he drinking lean he drinking tylenol
that money hit me up n-gga i ain’t gotta call
these b-tches 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 sh-t 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
b-tch 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 d-ck
she won’t get a crumb
you know i’m in chiraq you can’t come come where i’m from
that’s yo -ss p-ssy 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-ggas 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-gga get on then you leave n-ggas
i’m the type of n-gga get on and i feed n-ggas
i’ma rock the club with my gang i don’t need n-ggas
you better tuck yo chain be a stain or the victim
bullets hit yo brain show no sympathy we treat n-ggas
get a body bag white sheet rest in peace n-gga 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 in these denims
then i pull up get to shooting hit that n-gga and who be with him
then we slam off in a jaguar with the top off take her top off no lacoste b-tch this sh-t cost
i’m a fat n-gga b.o.n b-tch i’m big boss, i’m a trap n-gga 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
f-ck 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

- lud foe lyrics

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