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my ambitions as a rider - lud foe lyrics

[intro]
gang, skrt skrt, gang. outwest 290 sh-t, n-gg- you know i’m rocking n-gg-, lud foe boochie gang b-tch. get your guns up, get your funds up. you on that opp sh-t get mop sticked. ay, i said ride, we gone ride on ’em n-gg-, we gon’ ride, we gon’ ride on ’em n-gg-. gon’ slide on ’em n-gg-, gang

[verse 1]
this my ambition as a rider
she wanna have my baby she told me to c-m inside her
that hoe must be crazy
strapped up like the navy
this a chopper, this ain’t no .380
i was born in the ’90s but they thought i was born in the ’80s
b-tch i got the down home blues, all this blue cheese
can’t fit in my jeans, i’m surrounded by killers and thieves
your b-tch on her knees now they ashy
a n-gg- broke, he can’t afford no feature then don’t ask me
my n-gg-s, grimy, tuck your chain and f-ck around and sn-tch it
b-tch we leave a dread head bald, chopper bullets patch it
at your funeral can’t see your face because the closed casket
and i’m leaving with the whole mall like i just got my taxes
my new car give you the ugly face like you eat sour patches
we can’t find his -ss, he was hiding, so we took it out on his rapping
b-tch on fleek like the manikin ban that cheap sh-t you tacky
that boy gon’ fold, get in that hole, i know he gon’ panic
i hit your -ss with these big old .45 bullets
you bleeding, you can’t breathe, trigger squeeze
automatic .40s, i wish a n-gg- pull it
so i could show him i’m not p-ssy
chopper knock a n-gg- out cold
landed micheal watson fight all my battles b-tch
think don’t think i’m talking about no boxing
sit back and watch me
cause you can’t stop me
b-tch i’m the trending topic
she suck it sloppy
that b-tch a fool, i love the way she top me
feeling like rocky, beat up my trap cause i need every profit
so what you need n-gg-? want paraphernalia, come and cop it
went to school with the rocket, kept that b-tch up in my pocket
i pistol whip the back of your head, knock ya eye out the socket
i’ll knock your -ss out the picture n-gg- and i ain’t have to crop it
gang, you know we don’t squash sh-t
so n-gg- don’t start sh-t
get a brick of that soft, get a qp of that hard sh-t
i’m tryna be cool
so i’m toting on this tec with the cooler kit
like tajj gibson me and my n-gg-s be on that bullsh-t
roll off the hip i up this b-tch and hand you a full clip
who wanna race? my car so fast it might do a full flip
got to get to these chips, got my own cheese, now i can double dip
i just drunk a fifth but i’m probably gon’ take another sip
said she wanna see me but i probably link with another b-tch
i just robbed that n-gg- on my way to go hit another lick
he was sneak dissing, pulled up with choppers, took a fronta sh-t
n-gg-s yell out they real but don’t be on no 100 sh-t

[verse 2]
aye p-ssy n-gg-s know we got the heaters when we slide
p-ssy n-gg-, you gon’ f-ck around, need jesus on your side
we ran up in a n-gg- house and his old lady was inside
only reason we ain’t flame it up, seen babies up inside
i lose my mind when i pop pills and i get crazy up inside
thought he was a hot n-gg- till i put that laser on his -ss
left his -ss in shock like i used my b-tch taser on his -ss
i get so high, get on 290 and just ride
don’t lose your life over your pride
if you want war with me just go out of town if you gon’ hide
look him in his eyes
that n-gg- had cried before he died
you better go and buy you a pistol n-gg- before you try
n-gg-s say they with you but hesitate when it’s time to slide
them n-gg-s get quiet
make me mad, i bring out my mask and get on your -ss
this b-tch fast, i’m hitting the gas, my engine in the -ss
we beat your -ss up in the club now we waiting outside
you got fo nem on your -ss, boy your -ss better not come outside
pockets swole, sh-t can’t even fold, my sh-t overload
f-cking hoes, tell her try my dope, tell her swing my door
be my maid, b-tch come clean my house, b-tch come sweep the floor
be my slave, he acting so brave, bullets h-t his chest
leave a cage
selling so much yay, you would think it was back in the day
give me a 6 trey, whip my wrist like it was a slave
you know i’m a dog, she a dog, i bought her a cage
she won’t leave me alone, stalk my phone, she watching my page
most my n-gg-s gone, can’t come home cause they fighting the case
book me for a show, see my check, i banked it with chase
she told me she g-y, f-cked her and her friend yesterday
but these b-tches can’t stay
open the door, send ’em away
you should be ashamed, you too old for subliminal games
robbed so many n-gg-s, all i knew bout was h-tting a stain
f-ck this twitter beef, load up the pistols and kill ya today
if he f-ck with me, that’s why he got killers all in his face
you know that i sell dope, that n-gg- broke on minimum wage
this b-tch call me bae, that’s the stupid sh-t she could say
get in my lane and get ranned over in my chevrolet
26’s, blow kisses, forgiatos, and candy paint
n-gg-s diss on the internet but see me and turn they face
i just bought a new chopper, that’s my bae
we on a date
these n-gg-s last but i came in first place
didn’t even race

[outro]
b-tch, ysn (young street n-gg-)
get yo guns up, get yo funds up
you on that opp sh-t, get mopped sticked b-tch
straight gang sh-t n-gg-
aye. slidin, ridin, slidin, ridin

- lud foe lyrics

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