Roll Call Freestyle Ludacris

[Verse]
I go by Luda, still smokin' buddha
Never gave a fuck when them hating niggas
They don't know computers
I don't need no mentions, came from the trenches
So when I hit it from the back
Might pull out the weave from her extensions
She like to holla, whine like a toddla
She don't want me to leave but I told her I'm strictly bout my dollars
Adios to deuces, never call no truces
Any nigga want a beef cause this slaps and kicks like a producer
I'm used to drinking yak, gin, vodka, whiskey, sockey or tequila
So I ain't talking bout marching when I say 'Follow the Leader'
Ounce of weed up in my pocket, they call me Mr. Profit
And they love it when I talk my shit so they like 'Luda, pop it'
I go stupid, I go crazy (go), damn, that flow's amazing
I rap fast, I rap slow, I mean whatever's the occasion
All penciling to your knees, anything you can think of
I'm just having fun, toast to the fans, pour a drink up!

[Outro]
Luda
Ha ha