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Bout sh*t
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Lud Foe
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Aye Y.S.N, Young Street n***a Out west, 290 sh*t n***a You know how I'm rockin' n***a Lud Foe Boochie gang b*t*h Get yo guns up, get yo funds up You on that opp sh*t get mop stick hoe Straight gang sh*t n***a You know how we rockin' n***a Aye, aye, aye I don't give a f**k about sh*t Mouth slick, slick rick You was in the house But I was on some trap house sh*t I f**k hoes, talk sh*t n***as ain't bout sh*t This a Gucci shirt I used to rock that Hugo Boss sh*t We send shots, you catch bullets on yo Randy Moss sh*t And sometimes I lose my mind But I never lost sh*t Red bone, super thick f**k me for a outfit We do home invasions, f**k around and get ya house hit I'm riding big rims, think I'm on some down south sh*t b*t*h I'm getting money, I'm just on some young boss sh*t If you cross the line, I'll get you knocked off quick You not a killer, boy you lying, you ain't knocked off sh*t Drugs in my pores, molly water drippin' off me You talking sh*t, 30 bullet holes in ya outfit These hoes like paparazzi, I can't get these b*t*hes off me I wake up early and start drinking Henny like its coffee You ain't talking bout no money, well that's where you lost me I f**k these hoes for free, that sh*t ain't gon' never cost me Do a drill mask on, you won't even notice me My jewelry colder than a polar, my jeweler done froze me It's a sight to see, that's why these b*t*hes gon' hoe for me My shorties shoot for free They might end up kickin' yo door for me I keep my pole with me just in case you thinkin bout pokin me Got junkies knockin on my door, tryna cop some blow from me What imma fight for? What you wanna lose your life for? I long pipe her but I can never ever wife her As a young n***a they never really understand us So I pick the gun up, f**ked around and got my stripes up She wanna f**k with me, she heard that I can turn her life up I got some rap money, I f**ked around and got my pipes up I hit the club with my shades on, why Cause I'm high as hell I don't rock no f**kin' Bourne fly but I'm fly as hell Say he gettin' money but he not, he's a lie and tell If I go to jail, I won't tell b*t*h I make bail All we know is W's, cause n***a we don't take L's Bro go post up by the train station, rob n***as by the L If robbin' me was yo mission, then you gon' f**k around and fail Got homies in the jail and for me I know they proud as hell Boy these bullets hot, hit yo top and f**k around and melt I keep that 40 on me, and it's tucked in my designer belt b*t*h keep on callin', she stalking me She can't help herself, I ain't gotta touch a b*t*h I make a hoe caress herself Get a shoebox fill it with knots Sit on the shelf, 4 leaf clover for that green, imma f**king elf I remember back when we was down, ain't nobody help You get f**ked up, yo b*t*h lips like some vice grips I get sucked up Like crime mob, if you knuck you get buck, buck You get gift wrapped, kidnapped, you get trunk trunk You mug off them drugs, you got f**k around And I get punched drunk, I ain't finish school Hell yeah I was a young flunk, quick to get a gun But I still want no young pump I was grindin' n***a, I couldn't wait till my time come Yo b*t*h give me dome, she couldn't wait till a n***a c*m Drinkin' henny to the dome, I don't want no red rum If you run up on me wrong, n***a imma kill some We steal cars, to do drive-by's let's go peel some These bullets come with pain, I don't think you wanna feel none Been doin this rap sh*t since a shorty and it's still fun I hope you got your gun if don't then you better run I got a lot to say, you main b*t*h be blowin' me This mac what I spray, coolin' kit so it won't overheat You not a street n***a, so stay yo ass out the street b*t*h I got bread on both sides, like some lunch meat b*t*h we hurricane, go ay bay bay with 223s I told her f**k my chain, she was dreamin' about f**kin' me I caught a money disease infected with blue cheese n***as funny to me, put on fronts for TV I grew up around robbers I grew up around thieves I grew up around killers Grew up around OG's They was all real n***as and they well taught me White chalk cross that ngga out if he cross me You wanna rap beef, you must not wanna eat You ain't gettin' no money, cause you way too busy watching me If you wanna come around here, we knock you off your property They say life is a gamble, it feel like monopoly You tryna compete, he lost the ball, he thought he was rockin' me These hoes used to diss me now they sending me apologies I been doin this sh*t for years n***a imma prodigy I'm sellin' twitter D, so all the dope fiens follow me n***as hate on me, but me I never let it bother me Shout out to my momma dukes Cause she the one that father'ed me Shout out to my real n***as, never turned they back on me So when you see me, got the same n***as in the back of me
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