Double Dutch Lud Foe (Ft. Z Money)

[Intro]

Gang
Z-money what up gang
You know how we rocking (Kidwond3r you made this beat dang!)
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[Verse 1: Lud Foe]

Pull up flexin' on these hoes and these niggas too
Pop up out the cut i'm behind you peek-a-boo
You looking for us nigga you might find us in the zoo
With some animals got banana clips to damage you
This bitch call up my phone i declined her
He looking for his bitch he can't find her
You get gun smoke you don't want no cancer
I'll leave a grown nigga shitting in a pamper
Bitch i'm trapping i got pounds in the hamper
And i ain't stopping till i buy a fucking phantom
She suck the tip i got red lipstick on my dick
Extended shit thats a lot of hot shit on my hip
You at the red light really hot shit in your whip
Hit the strip club throwing hundos on a bitch
I got my ice on i put snow cones in his shit
On my jugg shit i spent two B's on a fit
Word to crack pipe make it [?] till it rock
Put the ice on it the i [?] to the block
I heard this nigga want to go to war with a gang member
I'm a racist ass nigga ccc we hang niggas
Ill put this fire on your ass bullets propane in em
They say i'm a pain in the ass go and get a painkiller
I call the gang on his ass we going gang bang with em
Me and Z VIP super fleet smoking trees