[Intro: Lud Foe]
Got a red beam on this motherfuckin' Glock nine
You better run 'fore your ass get left behind
I know she was your bitch but she was never mine
Stool pigeon ass nigga, you can't wait to drop a dime
Ayy, ayy
[Chorus: Lud Foe]
Niggas always yellin' out all that street shit
Pussy boy, we ain't the ones you want to beef with
We tote Uzis, we leave you woozy
A bunch of clips like we startin' a movie
A bunch of diamonds on my wrist, Patek Philippe shit
We hit the mall and we ain't never on no cheap shit
We rock Gucci and Louis, we got guns like Call of Duty
Niggas always yellin' out all that street shit
Pussy boy, we ain't the ones you want to beef with
We tote Uzis, we leave you woozy
A bunch of clips like we startin' a movie
A bunch of diamonds on my wrist, Patek Philippe shit
We hit the mall and we ain't never on no cheap shit
We rock Gucci and Louis, we got guns like Call of Duty
[Verse 1: Lud Foe]
I got a red beam on this motherfuckin' Glock nine
You better run 'fore your ass get left behind
I know she was your bitch but she was never mine
Stool pigeon ass nigga, you can't wait to drop a dime
Don't start shit, nigga it won't be shit
I fuck around and go to jail the day that don't eat shit
I'm rollin', I'm so motherfuckin' high I can't see shit
I know niggas fu as hell, I act like I don't peep shit
This fuck nigga wanna at me on some tweet shit
Pussy nigga I'm the wrong one to tweak with
Pull up on a fuck nigga block, then fire it up
Baby girl bend that thing over, I'ma tear it up
Forgis on my whip, I'ma ride, block the tires up
Quit yellin', woofin' 'bout what you gon' do and just surprise us
Me and my niggas gang bang
And some of them still in the chain gang
Got a red beam on this motherfuckin' Glock nine
You better run 'fore your ass get left behind
I know she was your bitch but she was never mine
Stool pigeon ass nigga, you can't wait to drop a dime
Ayy, ayy
[Chorus: Lud Foe]
Niggas always yellin' out all that street shit
Pussy boy, we ain't the ones you want to beef with
We tote Uzis, we leave you woozy
A bunch of clips like we startin' a movie
A bunch of diamonds on my wrist, Patek Philippe shit
We hit the mall and we ain't never on no cheap shit
We rock Gucci and Louis, we got guns like Call of Duty
Niggas always yellin' out all that street shit
Pussy boy, we ain't the ones you want to beef with
We tote Uzis, we leave you woozy
A bunch of clips like we startin' a movie
A bunch of diamonds on my wrist, Patek Philippe shit
We hit the mall and we ain't never on no cheap shit
We rock Gucci and Louis, we got guns like Call of Duty
[Verse 1: Lud Foe]
I got a red beam on this motherfuckin' Glock nine
You better run 'fore your ass get left behind
I know she was your bitch but she was never mine
Stool pigeon ass nigga, you can't wait to drop a dime
Don't start shit, nigga it won't be shit
I fuck around and go to jail the day that don't eat shit
I'm rollin', I'm so motherfuckin' high I can't see shit
I know niggas fu as hell, I act like I don't peep shit
This fuck nigga wanna at me on some tweet shit
Pussy nigga I'm the wrong one to tweak with
Pull up on a fuck nigga block, then fire it up
Baby girl bend that thing over, I'ma tear it up
Forgis on my whip, I'ma ride, block the tires up
Quit yellin', woofin' 'bout what you gon' do and just surprise us
Me and my niggas gang bang
And some of them still in the chain gang
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