20s Lud Foe

Intro:
No hooks part two, you know how we rocking, nigga
Get your guns up get your funds up, you on that opp shit get mopp sticked bitch

Verse:
I got 20s on my whip, I got 20 in this pole
Might go 20 on a bitch, but ain't no 20s in my roll
I get 20 for a show, bitch I'm 20 years old
Your boyfriend broke, pockets filled with 20 (?)
She a stalking bitch, now I got like 20 missed calls
I had 20 hoes, but there was 20 damn phones
Hit the club with some shooters, that's 20 John Doughs
Im shitting on niggas I need 25 doing (?)
We hitting these bitches, we already ran through em all
I freed a bitch, I rather spend my time at the mall
You would think I'm MC hammer I got 20 trap phones
Kicking hoes out the condo on the 25 floor
I know a white bitch, she'll sniff 25 blows
Wе on the tour bus strapped with like 25 polеs
I got myself acting shaky cause I got 25 shows
And right after I do that I'm buying 25 clothes
All these wanna be Lud Foes, I got 25 clones
Let this choppa hit your body breaking 25 bones
Now they call me at the funeral singing 25 songs
We catch 20 niggas, wet that nigga 22 (?)
23s on a luxury call em jump man
Grinding hard like I'm Tony Hawk, I'm the stunt man
Lil Stewie got the got the pounds, I ain't even slump. man
23 in my 40 call like a hunts man