Lud Foe - Suffer lyrics

I hit the mall gucci, Louie, Fendi I just buy it all Shout out to my shooter he retarded he ain’t got it all Must be drunk bet you had you too much of that alcohol John wall b**h i shoot but i dont play no basketball Coulda shoulda woulda, but you didn't Double G my Gucci shirt is linen I put Forgiatos on a Bentley Windows tinted they can't see who in it I ain't been broke in a minute They ain't sold dope in a minute Back in the day i sold plenty Cause minimum wage wasn't gon get it We gang bang n***a rep yo set wtf you claim Thick b**h tattoo on her a** yea that be my name Talk sh** imma get you changed for a piece of change Walking lick silence on the stick you won't hear a thing Sold dope from my granma house cause imma hustler You might get a discount if you a customer Yea i think you's a rat n***a, you hang with bustas This b**h say she in love w me but i dont trust her I pulled up im in a tesla the color mustard You police you trynna cuff her im trynna f** her She calling me I blocked her number im tryna duck her Leave n***as with the sh**ty face i make em suffer Got racks up in the pillow case and under the covers You in a turtle race i got a quicker pace im getting bigger cake Bigger cake up on my dinner plate what should i eat today Aim at yo head crack it like a egg you think its easter day I just bought my shooter rugers f** her send her in a uber Imma winner yous a loser f** the teacher and a tutor The feds watch my stash house i gotta watch how I maneuver You make me bring my mask out you think that i was freddie kreuger They find you with yo a** out now you smelling like manure I picked up my shell casings dump them b**hes in the sewer We Shot up the family reunion b**h we some party poopers I f**ed her and sold her a dream i think im Martin Luther You f**ed up think you can f** with me you got me f**ed up like rosa feet kicked up sitting on the back of my tour bus When i left the strip club i pulled out doing donuts Ride forgious and velanos while your car on donuts n***as sneak dissing and dont even know us You say you bout it you gon have to show us Run off with yo money like janky promoters My car is my baby i roll like a stroller And we pop your top like some strawberry soda These bankrolls on me be so big i can't fold em And we empty Glocks double back and reload em I ran out of coke, so that soap what i sold em Its so many grams in these blunts i can't roll em Got so many bricks on them boats i can't float em These pistols got bodies but we still gon tote em Won't aim at yo body them caskets we close em