Wat It Do lyrics

[Hook: Lud Foe]
Pull up on you what it do f*ck n*gga
You got a gun better shoot f*ck n*gga
Why you sneak dissing me
What the f*ck I do to you f*ck n*gga
He probably mad because I f*cked his b*tch
It ain't my fault she fell in love with my wrist
I ain’t really with the [?] n*gga
And I ain’t never gave a f*ck about sh*t
But I’m really with the street sh*t
I ain’t the n*gga that you really wanna beef with
These n*ggas be fu gang
Smile all on my face they dont even think I peep sh*t
Young n*gga 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]
b*tch I think that I’m Ross, lil b*tch I’m a boss
She keep watching my diamonds
She like what it did cost you
b*tch I got it from grinding
Now I’m balling like Boston
Where the f*ck is my mind
I can’t find it I lost it
Extended clip in my nine
You don’t want me start clapping sh*t
I meditated my mind
Now I’m back on my rapping sh*t
I constipated my grind
Now I’m back on my trapping sh*t
My life is a movie
But I ain’t with the acting sh*t
I’m a gudda motherf*cker kill a motherf*cker
f*cking with my brothers from another mother
Kidnap a n*gga mother motherf*cker
f*cked 2 b*tches then watched them kill each other
Drop a stupid price on a n*gga head
Seen him yesterday now that n*gga dead
Popping up with Glocks now that n*gga scared
Heard he in the house I heard he in the bed
Red laser beam put it on your head
Stomp a n*gga now my white Ones red
n*ggas 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 di*k in her mouth and leave the kids
Miss all my n*ggas for them I shed tears
You know how we roll n*gga
And if I get caught in that jam I bet I don’t fold n*gga
Hard body hard body
I’m a young n*gga but I be with old killers
Hard body hard body
In the streets it turned me to a cold n*gga
Boy I’m with that sh*t
Bullets beating on your chest like Godzilla
You better not kiss that b*tch she was licking on my di*k 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 f*ck boy you got the wrong one
Run up on me f*ck boy you might lose some
[Hook: Lud Foe]