Poof Lud Foe

[Intro]
Aye, out west 290 shit, bitch, you know how I'm rockin', nigga
Get your guns up, get your funds up, you on that opp shit, get mopsticked, bitch
YSN, young street nigga, aye
This bitch say she like my watch, bitch say she like my car
Ridin' solo dolo but I'm hangin' out with my Glock
Police got behind me, did I pull over? Hell naw
I might bust my dashboard, get up with me, fuck y'all

[Verse 1]
I pull up on you at the light, then I leave you at the light
Slidin' off, your shit crash, in the sidewalk, all in the grass
I'm in the club, high off drugs, bitch nigga better not mean mug
Security ain't even search me, I just snuck past him with the snuff
Told that bitch I like her sundress and I take it off
I aim at your head, chopper make a mess, take it off
Sniper on the roof, roof, with this bitch, I'm a dog
There was fleas on your ass, nigga, you wan' bite 'em off
I got shorties on my payroll, get your halo, they knock you off
My bitch, I feel like John Gotti, I might catch me a new body
If you ain't 'bout gettin' money, nigga, then you need to find you a new hobby
Whole lotta money, whole lotta gold, like I sold my soul to the Illuminati
Pussy nigga this a Ferrari, this ain't no Maserati
My bitch got one hell of a body, she foreign like Bugatti
Alexander McQueen 'cause, bitch, I'm a designer fiend
I buy Balmains, expensive jeans and I fill 'em with Gs