[Intro : Lud Foe]
Outwest 290 sh** n***a you know how Im rocking n***a
Get your guns up get your funds up
You on that opp sh** get mop stick b**h straight gang sh**
No hook lets get it
[Verse 1: Lud Foe]
Alotta n***as breathing they shouldn't be breathing my young n***as k** for no reason
Its the k**er season call me Cam'ron, pull up slam dunk sh** call me Lebron
I be on the hide out when the police come leave a f** n***a bloody he gon' need a tampon
Ian playing with no n***a no n***a no n***a x2
b**h Im creeping in your bushes with this Mac on me
They ga**ed him up Ima put that n***a back on E
Hit the club mugged up b**h Im high off E
These stripper b**hes always tryna put that a** on me
Hit the mall and f** up all this cash on me
Point me to the n***a say he gon' smash on me
These f** n***as fu, turnt they back fast on me
The police watching me they tryna put a flash on me (gang) These n***as soft, b**h Im grinding like Im Tony Hawk
We hit yo block then come back all we see is chalk
These n***as lie on these tracks all they do is talk
n***a better use your head before we knock it off
I get loose in this coupe b**h my roof missing, ain't no competition n***as snitching call em [?]
These n***as fu and they cool with it
Somebody get whacked then we might have something to do with it
This street sh**, b**h Im too in it
Say you riding foreigns but Im knowing that sh** too rented
We do hits out the mini van windows too tinted slide back that door Ima shoot this b**h for two minutes
Free my n***as out the jail cell until they free Ima raise hell, hell yeah say it with your chest since you tough I put shells there
I grew up in the slums we had [?] and welfare
Gang banging on some Foe sh** Ima rich n***a ion want no broke b**h dressed in all black like Im Eazy E shout out to my j**eler got me looking like Im Mr. T
Alotta n***as breathing they shouldn't be, one phone call have my youngins make a rest in peace
Hungry n***a eat yo face then spit out yo teeth, Ima dog on a b**h walk up with a leash
[Verse 2: Lud Foe]
Cruising down the block in my big box Chevy, feel like a baby on my shoulders cause my chain too heavy
f** a deal i go independent call me Webbie Im sipping on this 1738 like Fetty
I keep a hollow in the chamber b**h Im always ready Im always getting some money Im about my fetty
b**h you gon' s** my dick or what doing all that frontin' that p**y boy went bankrupt doing all that stunting
Trapping like a fool some mechanic with a tool fools get put on the news let this rap sh** fool you
Preacher man Im the teacher man Im gone school you remember being a broke n***a made me easy to lose a b**h Now Im getting money and I love to confuse it
b**h I make it work for me my daddy told me to use a
b**h
Think twice before you lose your life in this music sh**
I get so much money I don't know what to do with it
If you ain't getting no money i can put you in tune with it
I sweep you off yo feet, b**h this mac got a broom in it
Catching bodies became a hobby I be shooting sh**
Find out where your house at then I send my goons in it
b**h I been the hottest and I already proven it
Water whip the bowl b**h I put the spoon in it
Can't fit in my circle n***a it ain't no room in it and i won't hit the club if i can't get my tool in it
b**h Im young Rambo cooler on the TEC doing hits out the lambo limo you get stretched b**h
Ima young n***a f**ing vet, he get in that jam and confess
That p**y boy got put to rest
I just want the money you can keep the rest
Went to jail knocked my celly off the bunk bed
Doing all that sneak dissing b**h we gon' bump heads Giuseppe'd up red bottoms are us got Margielas ion even wear bought em for what
n***as dissing on my name cause I got some fame
I got perfect aim leave yo a** in alotta pain
Call my j**eler and I buy alotta chains remember I was broke as a joke hit alotta stains I line a n***a up what i see
Alotta brains smoking reefer like Im Wiz Khalifa b**h paper planes
We hit the club on some gang bang sh** run a train on yo b**h let my whole gang hit
n***as tryna steal my sh** everybody know I started this no hook sh**
Im in Chiraq this as real as it get
Where you gotta watch your back, tote a strap before you get hit
He gon' need a sh** bag when he sh** line that n***a a** up and i didn't miss