{Verse 1- Lud Foe}
I hit the club with all my ice on , i turn the lights on
My tool on me , who this n*gga staring at my jewelry?
Gang with me , bang with me
We start shooting in the club if you scared to tote a gun you can't hang with me
Run up in your b*tch house where them kilos?
Got some bald-headed mexicans shout out my migos
I knock on a n*gga door
Shoot em through the peep hole
I just knocked a n*gga out why he was mugging me for?
Nothing but killers on my squad dont make me call up Tito
Young n*gga , but is throwing n*ggas like im Debo
They done let me in with this pole they should've searched me at the door
This n*gga blood on my shoes we stomped a n*gga in the floor
Say you love me baby whats the meaning and sh*t?
I dont drink codeine i ain't wit that leaning and sh*t
Brought a new tool put a red beam on that b*tch
Never wife a b*tch i never brought a ring for a b*tch
You gone make me pull up on your motherf*cking block get to clapping
I shoot yo ass 187 f*ck this rap sh*t
Tech-9s AR-15s and the mac-10s im out west where we gangbang and kidnap sh*t
Its shooters in your house b*tch since you wanna sneak diss on the internet twitter beef n*gga tweet this
I run up on your ass from behind
Oh your lacking bulllets hit your ass in your spine
Boy you actin , you get caught in that jam and drop a dime
b*tch was giving my mans top while i was hitting it from behind
This that street sh*t
Call fo'nem they on that heat sh*t , hot sh*t
Pull up on your block then drop sh*t
Im robin jeans saggin , i ain't with all of that rock sh*t
My tooley come
Call my gun connect he bring me stupid Glocks
Stupid watch filled with stupid diamonds
I dont even know what time it is, i barely know where my mind is
No time to waste , these bullets gone hit your face
Gone make me catch a case
Young n*gga with felonies
Couldn't stay with my o.g she was on section 8
No time to waste , we pull up on your block
And then kill any race
Mini man im yelling many men fo'nem jump out that mini van
I fell off in the club with some thugs
Got that semi tucked
Heard you wanted war with a thug you ain't hood enough
I f*ck a n*gga up
Paramedics gotta pick him up
She say she wanna f*ck with a thug cause my money up [x2]
You dont wanna get caught in the streets
Chest full of lead and a head full of heat
Whats with all this twitter beef?
We can meet , give a f*ck imma see you on the streets
You better run , boy we do this sh*t for fun
You be smart if you go and buy a gun
I got a f*cked up attitude , very rude
Say its beef , now we shooting up the school
I laid that murder game down
Im a fool
Im a rapper but dont get this sh*t confused
That boy dont wanna use his head
He gone lose it , i shoot him in that b*tch with this uzi
Red beams everywhere , bullets flying everywhere
Better run n*gga move
I kick a n*gga door in shooters on the low end call em up and they shooting
This stupid b*tch tried to fool me , we got enough clips in this b*tch to shoot a movie
Cops in my rear view , flushing through the traffic
Kill your mans , he trynna testify , catch his ass in traffic
n*gga get your rolls up
n*gga get your poles up
Young wild n*ggas , they gone bring the pole up
You ain't gang n*gga
You dont bang n*gga
You dont slang
We gone hit your block
We gone find out where you hanging , dangling
I fell off in the club , with some thugs
Got my semi tucked
Heard you want war with a thug , you ain't hood enough
I f*ck a n*gga up
Paramedics gotta pick him up
She say she wanna f*ck with a thug cause my money up