Die 2 Lud Foe (Ft. Mozzy)

[Verse 1: Lud Foe]
It's just somethin' 'bout these pussy niggas I don’t like
You ain’t no cat, you better act like you got one life
I do this shit up off the dome, I don't even write
And I keep one up in the dome, I don't even fight
I heard you left your mans, that ain't even right
She wanna take a picture, she gon' do it for the likes
It's only sevens and elevens when I roll the dice
I ain't no role model, I can't give you no good advice
I buy my own bottles, hard liquors with the ice
I got my own sticks, Russian chopper with the knife
I hit my own licks, let me run into somethin' tonight
And if you want a feature, hit my DM for the price
I got my gun, you ain't got yours, run for your life
These two-two-threes shoot through trees, yeah, they nothin' nice
She give me head and it's great, got me runnin' lights
Couldn't get no sleep in the trap, I had long nights

[Chorus: Lud Foe]
This that shit that niggas die to (that nigga dead)
This that shit that niggas die to (shoot him in his head)
This that shit that niggas die to (bitch, ayy)
This that shit that niggas die to (gang, gang)
This that shit that niggas die to (that nigga dead)
This that shit that niggas die to (shoot him in his head)
This that shit that niggas die to (bitch, ayy)
This that shit that niggas die to (gang, gang)