[Verse 1: Lud Foe]
I hit the club with all my ice on
I turn the lights on
My tool on me
Who this n***a staring at my j**elry
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**h house
Where them kilos?
Got some bald headed Mexicans
Shout out my Migos
I knock on a n***a door, shoot him through the peep hole
I just knocked a n***a out, what he was mugging me for?
Nun but k**ers in my squad, don't make call up Tito
Young n***a, but is throwing n***as like I'm Debo
They ain't let me in with this pole, they should've searched me at the door
This n***a blood on my shoe, we stumped a n***a in the floor
Say ya love me baby, whats the meanin of that sh**?
I don't drink codeine, I ain't with that leaning and sh**
Got a new tool, put a red beam on that b**h
Never wife a b**h, I never bought a ring for a b**h
You gone make me pull up on yo motherf**in block
Get to clappin
I shoot yo a**, 187 f** this rap sh**
Tec-9's, AR-15's, and a MAC 10
Im out west, where we gang bang and kidnap sh**
Its shooters in yo house, b**h, since you wanna sneak diss
On the internet
Twitter beef
n***a tweet this
9, I run up on yo a** from behind
Are ya lackin? bullets hit yo a** in yo spine
Boy Ya Actin, ya get caught in that jam, and drop a dime
b**h was givin my mans top, while i was hittin her from behind
This that street sh**, call 4nem, we on that heat sh**
Hot sh**
Pull up on yo block, then drop sh**
We pop sh**
I'm Robbin jeans saggin, i ain't with all of that Rocks sh**
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
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No time to waste, these bullets gone hit yo face
Gone make me catch a case
Young n***a with felonies
Couldn't stay with my OG, she was on section 8
No [?] we pull up on yo block
And then k** any race
Mini man, Im yelling many man
4nem jump out that mini van
[Hook: Lud Foe] 2x
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** a n***a up, paramedics gotta pick him up
She say she wanna f** with a thug, cause my money up
[Verse 2: Lud Foe]
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**, imma see ya on the streets
You better run, boa we do this sh** for fun
You'd be smart if you go and buy a gun
I got a f**ed up attitude, very rude
Say its beef, now I'm shooting up a school
Another murder came down, I'm a fool
I'm a rapper but don't get this sh** confused
That boy don't wanna use his head, he gone lose
Then i shoot him and that b**h with this Uzi
Red Beams everywhere
Bullets flyin everywhere
Better run n***a, move it
I kick a n***a door in, shooters on the low end
Call em up and they shootin
This stupid b**h tryna fool me
We got enough clips in this b**h to shoot a movie
Cops in my rear view, flushing through the traffic
k** yo mans, he tried to testify, catch his a** in traffic
n***a get yo rolls up
n***a get yo poles up
Young wild n***as
They gone bring the poles up
You ain't gang n***a
You dont bang n***a
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** a n***a up, paramedics gotta pick him up
She say she wanna f** with a thug, cause my money up