Wat It Do Lud Foe

[Hook: Lud Foe]
Pull up on you what it do fuck nigga
You got a gun better shoot fuck nigga
Why you sneak dissing me
What the fuck I do to you fuck nigga
He probably mad because I fucked his bitch
It ain't my fault she fell in love with my wrist
I ain’t really with the [?] nigga
And I ain’t never gave a fuck about shit
But I’m really with the street shit
I ain’t the nigga that you really wanna beef with
These niggas be fu gang
Smile all on my face they dont even think I peep shit
Young nigga with a OG
High speed on the cops shoot it out with the police
I be getting to the dope cheese
Rocking Dolce & Gabbana designer no white tees

[Verse 1: Lud Foe]
Bitch I think that I’m Ross, lil bitch I’m a boss
She keep watching my diamonds
She like what it did cost you
Bitch I got it from grinding
Now I’m balling like Boston
Where the fuck is my mind
I can’t find it I lost it
Extended clip in my nine
You don’t want me start clapping shit
I meditated my mind
Now I’m back on my rapping shit
I constipated my grind
Now I’m back on my trapping shit
My life is a movie
But I ain’t with the acting shit
I’m a gudda motherfucker kill a motherfucker
Fucking with my brothers from another mother
Kidnap a nigga mother motherfucker
Fucked 2 bitches then watched them kill each other
Drop a stupid price on a nigga head
Seen him yesterday now that nigga dead
Popping up with Glocks now that nigga scared
Heard he in the house I heard he in the bed
Red laser beam put it on your head
Stomp a nigga now my white Ones red
Niggas run they mouth snitching to the feds
Tell him what we do and tell him what we did
We know where you live you come out the crib
Get put in the trunk and hung over a bridge
Kill everything in the house except the kids
I put my dick in her mouth and leave the kids
Miss all my niggas for them I shed tears
You know how we roll nigga
And if I get caught in that jam I bet I don’t fold nigga
Hard body hard body
I’m a young nigga but I be with old killers
Hard body hard body
In the streets it turned me to a cold nigga
Boy I’m with that shit
Bullets beating on your chest like Godzilla
You better not kiss that bitch she was licking on my dick like cigarillo
She asked for my number I gave her the wrong one
You wanna go to war boy your ass got the wrong gun
Talk down on me fuck boy you got the wrong one
Run up on me fuck boy you might lose some